Some Like 21

I like to find out what kind of drink I’ll get

I’ve ordered seven drinks tonight, and yetEvery bet I make is a losing bet.“A gimlet!” he proclaims(He always remembers at least some of their names.)Is bartending an art? Then every drink shamesThat strange professional. My alcohol gamesVary so much. A nice glass of white(sangria, not wine) – is the starter tonight:sure, the drink is purple to my sight,but surely it’s Moscato, right?I hear some drinkers barely care,As long as there’s a drink out there.But I don’t drink for oblivion. I don’t dare;If I ordered Everclear, I know how I’d fare:“Some Amaretto,” my waiter would smile,And my 190% vodka he’d defileWith flavors in the kind of incredible pileWhich makes swallowing ever-so-vile.There’s no drink so simple that my waitery friendCouldn’t destroy it from end to undrinkable endLaws of physics and bartending bendAnd no palate will ever recover or mend.But bring it! O, bring it, my dinery pal;Bring it you will; and drink it I shall.It’s time for a shootout at the Tonsil Corral,Drinking’s anesthesia from life’s Root Canal.

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