Liquified, My Dear

 
‘Grab me a glass’
Who am I talking to?
No one, just me
Sitting in my solitude

Trembling hand fully extends
Reaching for that bottle
The eager liquid spills out
Filling the depths of my highball

Already drank all the beer
And all mixers are empty
Now to bring out the real stuff
Also known as the green fairy

The wormwood provides answers
The bitter licorice concedes
Ill feelings quickly fading
While animosity retreats