Without Campari

Without Campari

Without Campari, who can cope? 

I mean really, where would society be?

Okay, so I'm talking maybe 10% of humanity? No, that feels way to high. 

I mean, we're like 7 billion people, right?

So 700 million would miss it if it disappeared,

Like so much sweet vermouth or Bénédictine.

Would 700 million  mourn?

No. Maybe it's more like one percent.

70 million people without Negronis--is that right? (I know, no one said there'd be math.)

And the Negroni is on the rise in China, some even made with baiji.

Without Campari this poem would not exist; you wouldn't be thinking

What you're thinking

About Campari or about me. 

Careening down a gin-vermouth-Campari slope;

The same slope, the same trope;

You missed yesterday's edition. 

Without that bittersweet taste of existence 

There's nothing to cherish, nothing to miss.

Campari today, and for always. 

Without it we're lost; well,

The bittersweet lot of us cherishing the taste

That no one else can share.