Friday night, a dreary body
Emaciated muscles, ravaged brain and a disquieted heart
Limbs too fatigued to animadvert
Tongues slaking for the beaker of the blushful hippocrene
A third of a year rolled by
Sweet sixteen weeks of continence
A penance to be paid for this day
To hold the lovely bottle of prized beer
Catharsis oh Catharsis
To distress the sinews, loosen up the tissues
Purge every single queasy thought
For the nonce, to a better tomorrow, I procrastinate my
issues
The chill of the bottle,
Unbottles my emotions
I seek the holy buzz
Discarding thoughts of manky proportions
For now I will just wallow
As tunes of Enya bombinate the home
Hazy lights crave to be switched off
Milky rays of the moon
Pierce thru the pellucid glass
Lighting up the porch
As thoughts of a terrifying future
Slowly dim like the lights
Fizzle out of bottle, a guzzle of beers
The clinking of glass, to myself I say cheers
The clinking of glass, to myself I say cheers
For now I don’t care
I will swill to my heart’s content
Good night O’ sweet heart
