Friday, May 13, 2016

2 poems

illustrations by palomine studios

start over

by chuck leary

i wish i could live my life over
i wish i could start anew
i would be a much better person
my heart would be faithful and true

i would appreciate mama and papa
i’d treat bud and sis like folks
i would stay away from temptation
and never gamble or tell bad jokes

oh you may call me insincere
but whatever you might think
there is one thing i truly abominate
and that is the curse of drink

you may take all the world’s other vices
and roll them up in a ball
but all of them together
will not equal alcohol

you can build up your civilization
you can write your high-sounding laws
it will all dissolve in the morning mist
and drink will be the cause

i wish i could live another life
although it too would pass
i would scorn all evil companions
and never raise a glass

pals and booze: a fragment

by horace p sternwall

the original concept of the pal
is lost in the mists of time
but i summon it, o muse
to invigorate my rhyme

let women, priests, and bureaucrats
judges, jailers, and fat cats
look down their long and pointed noses
true pals will always come up roses

the only thing better, i confess
is pure delirious drunkenness
but what are pals, in song or story
but those who share in liquor’s glory?

oceans ebb and flow
empires come and go
some win, some lose, but only booze
will light life’s brightest fuse

and when bright dawn comes pitiless
to sneer at night’s now lost excess
consider that the coming end
may be your best and final friend

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