If you drink <br />you die <br />if you don't <br />you cry. <br />So don't cry <br />but do drink <br />you will <br />thus <br />skip the shrink <br />help your soul <br />to reflect <br />on your liver's <br />defect. <br />And how odd <br />that your God <br />did invent <br />the old booze <br />thus he gave <br />you the nod <br />and you simply <br />can't lose. <br />It's C-two <br />and H-five <br />and OH <br />for you <br />we're alive <br />and God-fearing <br />so we love <br />this endearing <br />histamine fuse <br />to be touched <br />by kid's glove <br />wave away <br />all the blues.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drinking/
