If there's wisdom in whiskey, I've not found it;
Just stupor and stupidity inside.
But also happiness--no way around it;
There's bliss in that amber Lethean tide.
An unexamined life's not worth the living,
Said Socrates, who faced death without fears;
It's true, but my exam is more forgiving
of foibles and failures after three beers.
Oh give me booze instead of introspection,
Distill my doubts in bottles, not in verse;
Abet me in this rational deflection
And, if not better, things will be no worse--
Now there's a truth, sunk in this G & T,
Greater than dreamed in your philosophy.
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