We’re all alcoholics now.
Tipplers, sots, and lushes,
Addicted to a white lightning.
After having savored it a few times,
We come to know that
We will never be able to restrain ourselves
And abstain from this intoxication.
No, not for the rest of our lives!
No, we’ll spend our waking moments
Lusting for the time
We can seize our glass
And down a shot.
And then another. . .
And another.
But what sweet inebriation this is!
With this vintage,
Our livers grow stronger!
And when we inevitably throw up,
Wisdom gushes into the streets.
Do you see how we alarm the world
When we weep in public?
If only they knew
That these tears run with joy.
Now that’s some booze!
Cheers!
David Hanig 