Drunk Again

Tan Da

It Is bad to be drunk, I know,
but let's be bad, let's all be drunk.
Let the earth be stoned, let Heaven turn crimson!
Who will dare laugh?

Which time is this?
The tenth, the fiftieth, the nth time drunk?
Can't quite focus, must be tipsy again.

Lord, how can I be so tipsy?
Drunk all night, drunk all day, no more mind.
My wife says a souse is good for nothing,
and I drink harder to drown her out.
I leave the world to sober types,
couldn't care less what anyone says.
Hey, maybe that's the point of drinking --
sobriety, propriety -- the wives talk their husbands into it.
We should honor the drunk men.

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