A Play in 3 Acts
Dram, our destinies entwine.
Dram, our destinies entwine.
What light through yonder tumbler breaks?
Smoky, stormy – according to your taste.
What's here? A cup, closed in bitter orange’s hand.
A bittersweet, smoky symphony. So it goes.
Verdantly, as you like it.
The tongue treads fearlessly forward.
Beneath a citrus sun, we doth lounge lakeside.
Friends, forth with.
Meet revelry with great aplomb.
Wherefore art thou amaro?
Darkly drips the siren’s song.
A familiar stroll through parts unknown.
It is the east, and Manhattan is the sun.