Whiskey Daddy
Hey Whiskey Daddy
It’s your booze you liked best
You were a pretend preacher
Who would never confess
Twenty Five dollars
You got that fake degree
You felt full of false pride
as you baptized little me
Your ten year old bartender
Mixing your Whisky well
I kept your dirty secrets
Because I was to afraid to tell
Ya Whiskey Daddy
That thirst you couldn’t quench
I still remember your breath
I can’t forget that stench
The nectar of the Devil
Did it help you to forget?
Losers gamble their futures
and rarely win the bet
Hours of pretend preaching
Without opening the good book
Your demons were plenty
But you had the right look
Holier than though
Cheap whiskey in a flask
They all hung on your words
You so loved your mask
Nothing lasts forever
There’s a piper to pay
Whiskey Daddy you’re gone
and the world’s better this way.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2021
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