I did not drink that bourbon

I did not drink that bourbon
On the rocks,
With lemon lime, sweet and sour

That bourbon did not drink me
Inhale me
Make me the center of its universe

Sun shines like oranges,
Monkey shines,
Whatever the hell that means

Dead on,
Left center
A dry breeze farts in from the east

This language gets twisted,
Loses its meaning
In the pursuit of articulation

Maybe if I was a babbling idiot
With nothing more to strive for
Than being a babbling idiot,
The few intelligent things I would actually say
Would resound like ringing bullets
From pure contrast

Maybe I am a babbling idiot
Maybe I should hit that bourbon after all

Dry grass, turtles with no neck.

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