Welp, I was siting here trying to think how to improve this poem and I cant think of a better approach then straight honesty so here you go

 

One night as I sat

Preparing for another night of drink alone

I receive a call

from friend in need

To stave the loneliness his wife called a companion

And now they had a problem

The husband was back and the friend was there

Now they had one wife one husband and one single friend

Who they feared would be left on the side

So the wife had an idea

"what about your comrade?

The one that’s single?

No one to call his own?

I have my friend here

Who is in the same boat so to speak

What if we invite him over

And we will see

If the cherub is out this night

Flying on his wing

His quiver full on his back?"

And so I went

 

For a week I went

And got to know

This wonder among men

Who still worshiped the old gods

Whose names weren't Apple or Hollywood

Nor woke or pleasurer

But the actual God

The one and only

And who with great rarity can honestly

Wear her white dress on her weeding day

 

And here am I

This sinner amongst wolves

Who thought I had a chance

To touch purity in its natural form

But a fool am I

For the distance is great

And others more ready than I

Are there in the wings

Waiting for their chance

To take yet another

Flower away from me

Another pressing

Added to the book of memory

 

So mister Jamison and Cuervo

Here's to you

And another night

Spent in your company

And to the weeds amongst my garden

May you keep me company

Until another flower dost bloom