Journal of a Spaced-Out Brain

Does a drink Help?

In time's wonder, does a drink help me think,
Is alcohol a schoolboy's wishful dream,
My animal intensified uplink,
My words, an excuse disguised as a theme.

When Longfellow wrote down something mellow,
A bit of good booze may have helped him lose,
Neurosis allowing him to bellow,
Which heightened or relieved him from the blues.

All I realize is that I'm snockered,
And getting snockered-er with every word,
Dear friend, my monitor is growing burred,
Now even my typing is getting slurred.

So, all in all, at last, I think I've found,
One way I should never try to expound.