Whiskey Don’t Ask Who’s in Charge

“I don’t chase the drink — It comes to me.”

Men toast kings they never met, I drink truth, no regrets. Glass half-empty, still enough, To wash the weak right off my cuff.

Whiskey don’t ask who’s in charge, It just burns and takes the edge. While they’re beggin’ for applause, I’m makin’ deals behind the pledge.

Every pour’s a lesson learned, From every bridge I let burn. Don’t need cheers, don’t need fame, My glass remembers every name.

Don’t mistake calm for peace — It’s just how I hide the beast. The bottle listens, never lies, That’s why it never cries.

Whiskey don’t ask who’s in charge, It already knows my tone. You can keep your crowns and cards — I’ll keep the bar, my throne.

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