Infused, Cards and Stars

Roses are red, vodka pours clear, I need words bled, and high proof can steer. Shot after shot becomes tumbler til Tumblr As I wanted, unless I fumble words and become a bumbler. Violets are blue, but whiskey is brown For my words to be true, I need a little to drown Because a sober mind hides and finds it easy to smile. Because sober me confides in me whose been drunk for awhile. Sunflowers shine yellow, as does drink of agave roasted And for me does mellow, until I am toasted. But it drinks like water, and can make my pen stroke. Smooth to me, though others it does choke. So roses are red, and vodkteqwine too is red, Maybe I should slow down with what I’m being fed. Call spades spades, stardust will still be infused With liquor until the pen and the page are amused.