Single malt of irish origin, whiskey is its name
Love of my life, with whom I play this game
Weve gone so far and through so much
In my mind where no one ever dares touch
Those dark corners of our thoughts one does not see
The vile thoughts and impulses which should not be
And yet youre there through good and ill
Letting me cope, in place binding me still.
But hear ye, who drink not for the joy!
To your sorrows drown and to me annoy!
Cursed be your tongue and strong the hangover!
May you throw up and on the floor pass over!
Humiliated you will be, for knowing not to drink
And the essence of whiskeys meaning shrink!
Drink of lonely nights and memories past,
Which takes us back to what weve done last
Reflection and meditation by your side takes place
And changes me to a most thoughtful face.
But without the stupor of the alcohol in the mind
It moves fast, faster than those of its kind!
And in spirals of change, thought and genius
Lunacy, memories and deliberation previous,
I shall continue and forever think,
And raising my bottle, to Madness Ill drink!