Tea It Up and Take a Shot

Tea It Up and Take a Shot

Sometimes a chip lands in the drink

And sends us nearly past the brink.

We sip and spar,

And dream sub-par,

For nothing’s ever what we think.

It’s not that we’d improve a lie.

But some brews still a tongue may tie.

And roles reversed

Are unrehearsed;

We have to swing to qualify.

Forgive the metaphors I mix.

The game is rigged. There’s no quick fix.

Simplicity’s

No cup of tea.

And poets break the rules for kicks.

Alas, the tempest swirls the pot.

We’re in the rough. Give all you’ve got.

Go get a grip

And take a sip.

Another round brings food for thought. 

c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

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Adapted by this user from vintage artwork.

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