I may be a
James Bond
and then some–
–both shaken and stirred…
And I might be
a Salty Dog, too
–mixed up and edges
that bite,
Hell, I could even
be a Bloody Mary
–with too much going on
and too much going in–
as far as unnecessary garbage goes…
But I am no Margarita.
Not
blended,
Not
sour,
not
frozen.
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