The Shine Journal

MOON SHINE

by

Mike Berger

I refuse to buy a those revenue stamps.
They're an evil device that drives little guys
out of business. The big boys buy congressional
votes with money and whiskey. A small time
bootlegger like me hasn't a chance.

I make high-grade sour mash; none of that cheap
white lightning stuff. It goes down smooth. I use
old two liter bottles. My stuff is always on back order.
I can't make it fast enough.

Why should people buy my homemade whiskey? It
costs half as much as a bottle from the big guys.
They gouge you when they stick their label on. I sell
my stuff for half the price and make a good profit.

If I don't get caught, it will take two years before I
can retire. I'll sell my still and go sit on the beach
in Costa Rica. If and when the money runs out, I'll
try my hand at making rum.

Motivation: I wanted to write some shine poetry. I have more but they are still marinating.

Bio: Phd in psychology. Bright. articulate, handsome,and humble