pals and booze: a fragment

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