Tequila—nectar of the Gods! Ancient cure for all woes and ills.
To the Twentieth Century ...
‘Tis our life’s blood that courses through flesh, sinew, and vein,
O’ summer barbeque 1966, I remember you fondly in my dreams of yesteryear,
We’re stricken with starvation; encased by a dome of poverty.
Tell me the reason! Why are things the way they are?
The good earth ... old and steady; green and everlasting ... till yesterday!
People walk by mimicking me, acting foolish and free.
Ever wonder what action you would take
Society is charred by falsehoods and myths, Peppering the history of woman and man,