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odes to irish whisky, an essay in haiku

Irish whiskey haiku 1:
first taste, I make face
potent, demanding, present
tongue coated, I drink.

Irish whiskey haiku 2:
combined with Tom Waits
alchemy occurs, changing
goodness to beauty.

Irish whiskey haiku 3:
escape from NewYork
Snake Pliskin must get away
whisky is my ride.

Irish whiskey haiku 4:
one half of a fifth
may be a lifetime to some
A weekday to me

Irish whiskey haiku 5:
waltzing matilda
no waltzing. no matilda.
maybe tomorrow?

Irish whiskey haiku 6:
I would rather be
looking into your brown eyes
than drinking whisky

Irish whiskey haiku 7:
I would rather be
listening to your stories
than drinking whisky

Irish whiskey haiku 8:
I would rather be
helping you to orgasm
than drinking whisky