Dram Of Irony Poem by M.J. Lemon

I know bourbon when its flying off
the shelves
pummels sense into my head
keeping me afloat
I know bourbon when it's running down my throat
I know bourbon when it's nursing my despair
I know bourbon when it's building me up or
my courage
liquid courage
liquid bread
no that's beer
I know beer when it's sponging away
my fear
keeping sure my reasoned and reasonable
resolve is always in arrears
I know beer with tears
just the chicken soup for those
visage veneers when settling down
with social and professional peers
I know wine
mixed with the sacred because
it is divine
making sure that all is fine
In your next moment of clarity
embrace charity, the chaser
a dram of irony