Within my veins there runs an urge
that temperance can
never purge:
to take the golden water, pure -
my ancestral
homelands great allure.
But not for me Glenlivet tender -
what I like when on
a bender
is something that, when going down,
causes me to squint and
frown.
Its Asdas cheapest amber blend
that
scrapes my throat when it descends.
And blood infused with malt (or grain)
reminds me of my roots again.