An evening of serious drinking

An evening of serious drinking
that we have so long planned
an evening of serious drinking
at last at last is at hand
o fall on your knees to the porcelain god
as into the temple you crawl
and pray for the strength of your liver
as into a stupor you fall

An evening of serious drinking
that we have so long planned
an evening of serious drinking
at last at last is at hand
aaaaammmmeeennnnnnnn

Written for Jerome R (whom I brought to my mother in Victoria many moons ago to advise her that I stood in sibling relation to him) on the occasion of his 25th bday a solid 2 decades ago, and it was a fucking awesome party, thanks.

No mOm, you’re not expected to remember meeting every random stranger I’ve dragged in front of you.

Spare a thought for Jeff who occasionally gets this song as an earworm. Man, what a life.

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Allegra

Born 1958. I write, I sing, I watch TV, I try to fulfill my responsibilities.

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