Poetry: “Ratgut Whiskey” (from August 2009)

Ratgut Whiskey burns my throat

While I wear a tattered coat

Looking for a place to sleep

I beg for alms just to survive

I suppose I’m lucky I’m alive

Living here without a home

Like a nomad I do roam.

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