Sense Sonnet - Pumper

Moonshine

Moonshine - I am illegal booze,
Distilled by the light of the moon
To gyp the gov of revenues
From private enterprise saloon.
My womb is in a metal still.
Sugar is fermented by yeast,
Producing alcohol to spill
Through coils or other means released.
Even a horse blanket would do,
Yielding a flavor quite equine.
But in the end I was the brew
That made so many feel divine.

As American as can be,
Against the law is homemade me.