Tequila Wisdom


The Barbeque King with beer in hand
Professes Life's secrets to those forced to listen

Chicken sometimes, can bring a captive audience....

A master of dropping hints of a heart torn in two
He smiles while artfully choosing his words, hoping they will find his clue.
How will he trust again, get past this unwanted Sinicism?
Another sip and his pain now financed into oblivion

The King, once knew, then lost loves embrace,
He longs for his tequila, something that will fill his empty space..

It does him no good, to know that fear is Freedoms
Master
And love the killer of Fear..

Instead, another sip on that Ice cold beer

The Barbeque King Stands in Hells Kitchen
Next week he's serving Ribs, the neighbor Joe calls em "bitchin"

All have gone now, Dishes in the SINK
The Pain now takes him over the BRINK

Tequila Becomes his friend
The Salt, Foreplay to the Hearts true Release
The Lime, a Fix before his imaginary Peace