#14: May 7, 2006

Come the weekend, I feel I've earned the right
to drink too much. So don't get on my case.
It's moderation every other night
(or most, 'least ways), so if I got a taste
for a third beer, a second glass of wine,
a whiskey chaser, a tequila neat,
a G & T--the damage will be mine
and mine alone. So come on, it's my treat.

Tomorrow it's back to that slow dull grind
that inches us toward our long-promised rest
eight hours at a pop. So let's not mind
too much to put our livers to the test.
Livers' for livin', so the poet saith.
Here's to long life, good drunks, and quiet death.