Always be drunk. <br />That's it! <br />The great imperative! <br />In order not to feel <br />Time's horrid fardel <br />bruise your shoulders, <br />grinding you into the earth, <br />Get drunk and stay that way. <br />On what? <br />On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever. <br />But get drunk. <br />And if you sometimes happen to wake up <br />on the porches of a palace, <br />in the green grass of a ditch, <br />in the dismal loneliness of your own room, <br />your drunkenness gone or disappearing, <br />ask the wind, <br />the wave, <br />the star, <br />the bird, <br />the clock, <br />ask everything that flees, <br />everything that groans <br />or rolls <br />or sings, <br />everything that speaks, <br />ask what time it is; <br />and the wind, <br />the wave, <br />the star, <br />the bird, <br />the clock <br />will answer you: <br />"Time to get drunk! <br />Don't be martyred slaves of Time, <br />Get drunk! <br />Stay drunk! <br />On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!"<br /><br />Charles Baudelaire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/get-drunk/
