" No More Southern Comfort"

No more Southern comfort, no bourbon’s bite,

For policies passed in the dead of night.

From Kentucky’s hills to liquor store shelves,

The backlash rings loud—oh, they’ve outdone themselves!

Canada rises, its provinces stand,

Boycotting the spirits from Republican lands.

British Columbia bans them, Ontario too,

A message of protest, steadfast and true.

Trump’s tariffs struck first with a heavy hand,

A 25% tax on Canadian brands.

In return, Canada said, "We’ll fight back today—

No bourbon or whiskey will come our way."

No Jack Daniel’s or Jim Beam to pour,

Bulleit Bourbon won’t grace glasses anymore.

Tennessee’s pride and Kentucky’s gold,

Now sit untouched as the story unfolds.

From Alabama to Texas, the losses grow,

Mississippi, Idaho—profits run low.

South Dakota and Utah feel the sting,

As Wyoming and West Virginia lose their ring.

Each day they lose millions, a financial sting,

As protestors rise against what power brings.

For whiskey once flowed as a bond between friends,

But now it’s a symbol of where division begins.

In Democratic states, the call is the same,

To push back on tariffs and policies of blame.

Elon’s ambitions and Trump’s heavy hand,

Face resistance united across this vast land.

So here’s to your Southern comfort, a bitter toast—

May your policies leave your profits lost.

We’ll drink to justice, not to your name—

Fuck your bourbon and your shame!