I downed some beers, I downed a port
I’ve drowned in wine, I’m bilious ‘cus of the burgundy
And I have quipped to scowling wife’s disproving whines
Non-taciturnish clichéd lines
Boozing outta control

I have said a thousand cheers in countless bars
The hours fly till numbyness mars all grace
I engender mother’s million tears, gazillion threats
Her wilting blames: son lowly, uncouth, debased

I’m spilling suds; refill liqueurs
A-swilling rums; unwilling clear in my head to be
I would seek distilling ryes, now trilling songs,
I’m nil uptight – rapscallion sot in a palace sublime


To get this buzz I sling Vermouth, got tremors slight
En-mingle malt; in alcohol I’m laced
Run wallowing in single’s joint, awake at dawn
To tangled groggy memory of some face

A new pub - do
A still! – hooch too!
A thousand rhymed soliloquies mold themselves
All prolixy in my head

I may be leg-e-less, and yea, talk ignorant
I blurt out silly things, all ‘cus I’m crapulent
Sure I’m the guy who shlings those karaokes grand
Begin Hey Jude off key and then lambaste the band

I‘ve stood in grand saloons; employed a thousand limes
Read porn as Scotch inhaled or schlepped tequilaed hinds
Prepared those swell ginned Cokes then peed a lot (no cease!)
I've slept in flops unbathed, in dives beset with fleas

Oh ale! Love you!
Oh ale! Want you!
Libatious dreams: the daiquiris all pour themselves
Like breweries in my head
On and on the flasks uncork themselves
Ein Prosits are still ahead
Still I love me...