unrepentant
comrades raise a glass with me in defiance of sobriety though some may deem it blasphemy i say that drink will set us free
free from the stress of stroil and strife from squalling brat and scowling wife shall fate forever twist the knife or life be ever slave to life
oh precious nectar that dissolves the endless cloud that e'er revolves around the weary wanderer's head from your embrace must we be led
down duty's dark and dreary path or follow the illumined swath you cut through universal gloom to ease our unavoidable doom
comrades raise a glass with me in defiance of sobriety though some may deem it blasphemy i say that drink will set us free
body leaving blues
when you leave your body your body don't leave you it drags you around like a comatose cow up and down the avenue
well my body left me left me so sad and blue sitting on the sidewalk without a mumbling clue
whistling policemen pass me by laughing schoolgirls too highbrow ladies with birds in their hats doing the old soft shoe
seems the whole world has a purpose a reason to be up and about can't they see that my poor head hurts why do they have to shout?
blinking in the sunlight i got the sidewalk blues world oh why did you break my heart and what scoundrel stole my shoes?
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I love Horace. Next to Arnold Schnabel I gotta say he's my favorite American poet.
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