In Praise of Alcohol

[Gypo Logger]

In Praise of Alcohol
(from "Later Collected Verse" page 421)

Of vintage wine I am a lover;
To drink dip would be my delight;
If 'twere not for the bleak hangover
I'd get me loaded every night
I'd whoop it up with song and laughter-
If 'twere not for the morning after.

For though to soberness I'm given
It is a thought I've often thunk:
The nearest that is Earth to heaven
Is to get sublimely drunk;
Is to achieve divine elation
By means of generous libation.

Alas, the wine-cups claim their payment
And as the price is often pain,
If we could sense what morning grey meant
We never would get soused again;
Rather than buy a hob-nailed liver
I'm sure that we'd abstain for ever.

Yet how I love the glow of liquor,
As joyfully I drunk it up!
Hoping that unto life's last flicker
With praise I'll raise the ruby cup;
And let me like a jolly monk
Proceed to get sublimely drunk.

 

[tony marks]

dont do much but that 6 oz glass of wine every nite ,do slide dn easy. doctor prescribed u know.

 

[WRW]

"Work is the curse of the drinking classes. "
-- Oscar Wilde

 

[NeTree]

Darnit Gypo! You forgot the chainsaw pic!!

 

[Gypo Logger]

Thanks for reminding me Eric, I always stay on topic.
John