Hooray, the echo will resound throughout the wide square, <br />When a sincere drunkard's song emanates from my throat; <br />Tonight I'll be lapping up a smoky pub's atmosphere, <br />I'm bloody well going to get sloshed, buzzed and somewhere float. <br /> <br />My spirit gorged, I'll bang the table with my strong fist, <br />Searching for a little brightness from these gloomy days- <br />Take no more you soft touch! Liberty! May the vile twists <br />Of my ricketed brats in the garret rot away. <br /> <br />I'll drink-smash everything in sight but never mind, <br />I'll pay myself! Can I not afford to break a glass or two? <br />I can, you bastards! With the rubles from my black grind <br />I could even have two dozen mistresses to woo. <br /> <br />I smash-because I feel like it! Hang it all! Freedom! I've power! <br />Run, spirit, till dawn. Out of the way. Today we rule! <br />And when I leave the pub with hands in the pocket of my trousers <br />I'll stagger wide down the drunken street, nobody's fool!<br /><br />Julian Tuwim<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-saturday-night-song/
