Disconsolate: without consolation,
if solace could be found, I would not know,
soothe the soul with a shot of tequila,
consider the tasty, red mezcal worm,
or the white maguey worm, these gusanos
never see the inside of a bottle,
silver, reposado, or añejo,
of tequila, only mezcal, piña,
let go my blue agave heart, for sooth,
as I sip my way to oblivion
take the time to remind me why we are
egotistical motherfuckers, man.
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