About
I taste a liquor never brewed -
From Tankards scooped in Pearl -
Not all the Frankfort Berries
Yield such an Alcohol!
Inebriate of air – am I -
And Debauchee of Dew -
Reeling – thro’ endless summer days -
From inns of molten Blue -
When “Landlords” turn the drunken Bee
Out of the Foxglove’s door -
When Butterflies – renounce their “drams” -
I shall but drink the more!
Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats -
And Saints – to windows run -
To see the little Tippler
Leaning against the – Sun!
(1861)
OK. So, yeah. Don’t know much about that bull sh– eh- doody you put up there, but, like, post more! You’re funny as hell, and I really enjoy reading your shit! It’s just too few and far between!
Cool? Cool!
Kevin
Is reading my shit like reading tea leaves? If so, be my friend.
It’s kinda like reading tea leaves, only in reverse. For instance. I can tell you had corn for dinner last night.
I’m Nobody … Are you nobody, too? Then there’s a pair of us!
I’m either nobody pretending to be somebody, or somebody pretending to be nobody…I’m not quite sure yet.