Drinking an Old Rasputin Imperial Stout
on a snowy February
with Clint Eastwood on the boob tube.
Don’t wanna promote communism
& Russian mystics seem a little suspect.
Old west motifs pop up
in my thoughts of gunslingers and saloons
Damsels of the night in distress
seeking vengeance on hombres malo
and the wintertime fest
pours into a bottle
and not mistakes yet
which is amazing.
And my bare arms feel the chill
of the winter evening
complementing chocolaty crisp flavor
going down smoother than it should.
Warm fuzzy feelings inside
the snow seems an amusing spectacle
and quite pretty at that.
Makes me feel free;
Makes me feel alive
wanting to dance around
and joyously sing
the simple pleasures of life.
Rasputin
A little suspect? Hmmmm...eat, drink, be merry for tomorrow we may all be lined up against a wall and be forced to write verse. :)
Father Gregori was a decent
Father Gregori was a decent sort--if you like that sort of thing. thanks for reading.