Shot of Whiskey

I’m not everyone’s cup of tea

But that is fine with me

I have no one to please

As I write with ease

Creating fantasy lands

Where live Poison Penny and the Weedans

Weaving words of love and hate into one

Disgorging out words until I am entirely done

Jokingly weaving a tale of myself

Or (maybe) creating a post about yourself

These things can only be known

By the one the words own

I may not be everyone’s cup of tea

But that’s alright because I am me

I can be sweet or a bitch and

I don’t care because my husband

Loves me just the way I am

Plus, I have friends; now, scram

I don’t care if you like me

Can you not see?

I have merits you’ve ignored

So, I’m going to get my reward

Even though it’s mighty risky

Because I’m my husband’s shot of whiskey