Atmospheric Alcohol Jots

Comes first big angel’s share
then tiny mores from bar to chair
even more when lefts go stale.
Cop’s blow-in-bag puffs say the tale.
There is only one air.

If sots ankle home with devil’s brew
and stumble on to nightmares’ clue
with these facts please get acquainted
from “Here’s to you” to bed, air tainted.
There is only one air.

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