Drinking Song

There are people, I know, to be found,
 Who say, and apparently think,
That sorrow and care may be drowned
 By a timely consumption of drink.

Does not man, these enthusiasts ask,
 Most nearly approach the divine,
When engaged in the soul-stirring task
 Of filling his body with wine?

Have not beggars been frequently known,
 When satisfied, soaked, and replete,
To imagine their bench was a throne
 And the civilised world at their feet?

Lord Byron has finely described
 The remarkably soothing effect
Of liquor, profusely imbibed,
 On a soul that is shattered and wrecked.

In short, if your body or mind
 Or your soul or your purse come to grief,
You need only get drunk, and you'll find
 Complete and immediate relief.

For myself, I have managed to do
 Without having recourse to this plan,
So I can't write a poem for you,
 And you'd better get someone who can.