Whiskey Beaten (A Poem) - Lukasz Korbanski, 21.09.23
and a strange where I dwell.
LORD, won't you take me?
for the devil waits in hell.
don't make you too kind,
so I ought not to speak my mind
in case I am blind.
hoping they will set me free -
with Colter, Zach and Tyler Childers
Fraulein' my lonely.
3 p.m. and I haven't eaten;
Couldn't stomach the thought of
looking into your eyes.