The Kill Devil You Know

It was Long John Silver who said

He lived on rum 

Meat, drink, man and wife

I tend to agree with him

None of this gin lark

Stick your whisky where the sun doesn’t shine

Beer’s pretty good

But give me a black bottle from Barbados

Burn my tongue on the flavours of Martinique

The holy trinity 

Appleton, J.M, Foursquare 

Sipping on an endless beach

In the dog days of summer

Distilled gold in my fingertips

That’s the life for me