~DISTILLERY IN MY SOUL~
The distillery in my
soul
Cannot stop brewing
these sweet gins.
For in the hearts of
my heart
It has been planted
deep.
Coated and
galvanized
No reactions of-Hatred,
maltreatment,
Discriminations,
Discouragements and
Demoralisations of
fans and foes can corrode.
Not even a bolt will
be turned loose
By these!
For the foundations
are firm and fit
Structure welly planned.
It blue prints can
be found in the archives of my soul.
The best of gins I
promise to brew forever.
The finest ever to
booze
The hovering ghost
of Shakespeare and my beloved Dickens
Best ever made,
Signed and Approved
By the accreditation
boards of Heaven
Best enough to
digest the hard labours of
My favourite Hardy
With the superb
yeast reactions ever
That cannot be
compared to that of Yeats.
A gin that knows
what good to do to the soul
For indeed it’s from
the soul
That which when
tasted will
Maintain the manners
of the brewer
And uphold the image
of its distillery
Rather than sail the
sailors from
Anne to Eliot!
A gin very
inflammable enough to light the darkened souls
And intoxicate all minds
and make mere
The greatest works
of De la Mare.
A gin that will make
all Souls be at ease and
Encourage to go
gentle into every good night.
And this gin is that
which flows through
The delivery tubes
in between the
Tips of my fingers,
bottled up
In the white sheets
of my days.
---Fampah Coyish---
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