tequila is the devil,
be careful you tell her
as she laughs and tilts
the golden bottle to her pink lips.
she says something like, pffft.
in an hour she's speaking
in a foreign tongue
unknown on this planet
or any other.
some of her clothes are still
on while others are in her hand
waving like slender white
flags out the car window.
her feet are on the dashboard
as she turns the music up.
go faster, go faster, lets
see what this tercel can do.
come on, don't be a girl
hit the pedal, then she whispers,
from a dark place deep inside
of her, I love, I think I really
do love you. we should get
married, there's a church,
stop the car. quickly you
grab the bottle, enough is enough.
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