Thursday, August 16, 2018

Drunken White Guy at a Sushi Bar

There’s a kind of perfection
To Japanese whiskies, one
Friendly buddy of slurred speech

Opined to his new-found chum.
It’s like, you know, the saying . . .
Imitation is
The sincerest form . . .

He never finished the thought,
But how interesting to think
Of imitation
As attempted flattery.

I’ll tell you this. Every bow
Ever executed was
A means to usurp a throne.

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