Karim Khattab

The Lottery

Shall Be Poured

Eh, anyway she's gone now,
But at least my second love never left.

You know love is weird,

It even sometimes offers itself in weird forms.

I was lucky,

For me,

It came in bottles.

I love whiskey,
Even if it doesn't love me back.

At least, it's always there when I need it.

And if not,

I go for a walk to

the liquor store.