The inevitable return of johnny something

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So, I don't have enough time to edit the regularly scheduled johnny.random for this month, as I procrastinate and I'm going on vacation this weekend. I'll just drop a bomb that a few of you know about. I chopped up johnnybourbon. He's in pieces but still twitching. Some of you are helping me kill him. But, it's not murder. johnnybourbon is a persona I've been developing through years of alcohol abuse and angst. Don't get me wrong, I'm not an individual suffering from multiple personality disorder. I don't think I am at least. Nor does my therapist. One thing my therapist encourages is my writing. Plus I haven't had a recent foray into poetry, so here goes a throwback to a bygone era...

Ode to Scotch
Love/hate, which shall I choose to
eulogize this fruit of my destruction

You, the ruiner of lives,
me, the ruined. I sing a song for thee

Finest of the whiskeys are
not inclusive of initials J.D.

The worst friend I ever had
came in a bottle, label reading red

Set my watch to 5 o'clock
for it is somewhere the time to enjoy

But the reasons I love you
are few. Feeling confidence for a change

Why ever did I put my trust
into the fire demon without a heart

You made me selfish and brash, sometimes not
smelling hair, I deny it

Sick and dependent upon your evil guise
eyes glossed over by midnight

Why I turned to you, I may never know.
Rest in peace, I'll keep my soul