Dram Of Irony

I know bourbon when its flying off the shelves pummels sense into my head keeping me afloat I know bourbon when it's running down my throat I know bourbon when it's nursing my despair I know bourbon when it's building me up or my courage liquid courage liquid bread no that's beer I know beer when it's sponging away my fear keeping sure my reasoned and reasonable resolve is always in arrears I know beer with tears just the chicken soup for those visage veneers when settling down with social and professional peers I know wine mixed with the sacred because it is divine making sure that all is fine In your next moment of clarity embrace charity, the chaser a dram of irony