21 [Poem]

Spoiled milk in windowsill,

No evil spirits on this day.

Rotten fruit in kitchen bowl,

Sweetly cognac flows my way.

Barley crumbles into ale,

Sharp boy hidden in the hay.

Someone else can get the bill,

Rod’s a legal drunk today.

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