Found this old parody in 8-2004 archives...maybe I should
let it molder there? nahhh...
Un-Art
The art of boozing isn't hard to master; so many folk seem filled with the intent to be drunk that the world seems plastered.
Drink vodka every day. Accept the bluster of lost brain cells, the years badly spent. The art of boozing isn't hard to master.
Then practice boozing farther, boozing faster: places, names, and what it was you meant to create. Nothing matters when you're plastered.
I drank posset mixed with gin. Threw up! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved spouses went. The art of boozing isn't hard to master.
I lost two jobs, cushy ones: the bastards, some rings I owned, two jackets, a credit card. I didn't miss them, I was plastered.
--Even boozing with you (the lurching walk, a clumsy shove) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of boozing's not too hard to master though you cannot tell (or write!) when plastered.
-Eric "EB" Yost
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