Ode to a Bourbon Flipper
To celebrate Black Friday and bourbon hunting season, I wrote a little poem about everyone’s favorite person (or not), the bourbon flipper. Hope everyone had a happy Thanksgiving, and good luck finding that bottle of BTAC, Pappy, or whatever other impossible to get bottle you desire!
Ode to a Bourbon Flipper
First they came for our decades old Pappy,
Then BTAC, Parker’s, and gold foil Turkey.
Tornado Surviving, Four Roses LE,
Next Willett and Weller and even Elmer T.
Looking for the latest stickered store pick?
Good luck with that, it’s already been flipped!
The newest release, or whiskey of the year,
Don’t know where it’s at, but it’s surely not here.
Yes, whiskey is business and profit is king,
But the secondary market is the one winning.
Store shelves are empty, glasses are dry,
Bourbon, it seems, is not for the mouth, but the eye.
A trophy in the closet, gathering dust,
Waiting for a buyer, at 10 times the cost.
But as for me you see, I’d sooner bludgeon my eye,
Then pay $1,200 for your Booker’s Rye.
Flippers, oh flippers, have you no joy?
Waiting in lines and stalking the store.
Open that bottle, share and enjoy!
Don’t you know? That’s what whiskey is for.
