There are people, I know, to be found, <br />Who say, and apparently think, <br />That sorrow and care may be drowned <br />By a timely consumption of drink. <br /> <br />Does not man, these enthusiasts ask, <br />Most nearly approach the divine, <br />When engaged in the soul-stirring task <br />Of filling his body with wine? <br /> <br />Have not beggars been frequently known, <br />When satisfied, soaked, and replete, <br />To imagine their bench was a throne <br />And the civilised world at their feet? <br /> <br />Lord Byron has finely described <br />The remarkably soothing effect <br />Of liquor, profusely imbibed, <br />On a soul that is shattered and wrecked. <br /> <br />In short, if your body or mind <br />Or your soul or your purse come to grief, <br />You need only get drunk, and you'll find <br />Complete and immediate relief. <br /> <br />For myself, I have managed to do <br />Without having recourse to this plan, <br />So I can't write a poem for you, <br />And you'd better get someone who can.<br /><br />James Kenneth Stephen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drinking-song-3/
