A shaker of Margaritas won’t break th’ ice you’d
agree, and its okay if you’re not presumed likely
by th’ hegemony; but there’s more to it than salt
on th’ rim of your tastebud’s vision - or triple sec
& lime as indemnity, tho it’s analogy ends there;
we magnanimously blend ingredients for shares
in the Jose Cuervo blue agave tequila sipped in
exquisitely, existentially, most appropriate ways
So where’re the partakers - and you generously
elucidate, all traces of loneliness disappear with
the first taste, washed away; altho they’ll still be
there somewhere, undoubtably - but the need’s
contemplation over consultation - so you sip at
it again, and clearly see what Margarita means
© 27 June 2016, I. D. Carswell
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