Whiskey Man

Poetry
Written By Betsy Rowe

I want whiskey. It’s so bad for me. I love how it feels as it goes down. I love the way it numbs my thoughts. It makes my heart hurt less. It is escape. But when the high is over and I have nothing in my hands except my own greasy, strung-out head, the emptiness is overwhelming. I want more. I need more. I need my whiskey.

I want the man. He’s so bad for me. I love how it feels as he goes down. I love the way he numbs my thoughts. He makes my heart hurt less. He is escape. But when the high is over and I have nothing in my hands except my own greasy, strung-out head, the emptiness is overwhelming. I want more. I need more. I need my whiskey man.

Betsy Rowe

Betsy is the artist behind Betsy Rowe Art. She’s driven by the desire to see her ideas come to life as well as lifting up others to do the same. Her mission is to celebrate the art of living.

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