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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