Is Austerity Possible
Liquids: are alcohol and gasoline
The friends of man, food for thought?
I have bumbled through many thorny nights,
Heavily drinking ethanol,
And many a stormy day with beer in hand;
And I pumped gallons of gas
Into strangers' tanks as well as my own,
To travel to far-off deserts,
Where drinking alcohol like am idiot,
I tore up off-road tracks in the land that I love. It was foolhardy.
They call it democracy.
But, rather, I would fain substitute
Powders-psych meds I need to take,
Combined with recreational pharmaceuticals,
In which powder,
Condensed into pills,
Or encapsulated into capsules,
Tear up the brain I love,
Are not a friend of mine,
But open up a spacious nature
Superior to liquids and gases.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Insomnia
Reading magazines and counting sheep to pass the time away
Hoping that tomorrows gonna bring a smile home again
Images of palm trees swaying in the wind on south beach
Takes me back to better days, summer days the everglades in june
My brain, my poor brain
My brain, my poor brain
Im drinking myself to sleep again, nightnurse pills to keep me sane
Drinking myself to sleep again, insomnia
Flying high in golden skies, Im flicking channels in my mind
Finding my utopia a different chapter in a book
Thinking back to younger days as I escape in coopers break
It takes me back to 84 the futures knocking at my door
My brain, my poor brain
My brain, my poor brain
Im drinking myself to sleep again, nightnurse pills to keep me sane
Drinking myself to sleep again, insomnia Im drinking myself to sleep again, nightnurse pills to keep me sane
Drinking myself to sleep again, insomnia
Turning off a switch inside me, leaving all the stress behind me
Flying over streams and houses, passing over the wye valley
It takes me back to 84 the futures knocking at my door
My brain, my poor brain
Im drinking myself to sleep again, nightnurse pills to keep me sane
Drinking myself to sleep again, insomnia Im drinking myself to sleep again, nightnurse pills to keep me sane
Drinking myself to sleep again, insomnia Im drinking myself to sleep again, nightnurse pills to keep me sane
Drinking myself to sleep again, insomnia.
song performed by by Feeder
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I do like beer, but lately I've started drinking non-alcoholic beer and I like the taste of it and I don't get the alcohol, so that's a good alternative also.
quote by Mike Ditka
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Chocolate Cherries Is Much Safer?
she told me eating
chocolate cherries
is much safer
perhaps I prefer
getting drunk drinking
in alcohol sour cherries
drinking the second
the third one would
love to share
artists might define
this drinking
as frustration eating
how quickly spirit
frustration times
slip away passing
Dedicated to Miroslava Odalovic.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I hate the taste of alcohol. When I'm drinking, I'm drinking Red Bull.
quote by Paris Hilton
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Der mann im keller
How cool and fair this cellar where
My throne a dusky cask is;
To do no thing but just to sing
And drown the time my task is.
The cooper he's
Resolved to please,
And, answering to my winking,
He fills me up
Cup after cup
For drinking, drinking, drinking.
Begrudge me not
This cosy spot
In which I am reclining--
Why, who would burst
With envious thirst,
When he can live by wining.
A roseate hue seems to imbue
The world on which I'm blinking;
My fellow-men--I love them when
I'm drinking, drinking, drinking.
And yet I think, the more I drink,
It's more and more I pine for--
Oh, such as I (forever dry)
God made this land of Rhine for;
And there is bliss
In knowing this,
As to the floor I'm sinking:
I've wronged no man
And never can
While drinking, drinking, drinking.
poem by Eugene Field
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Drinks
Drinking lots of whisky
Can be rather risky.
Drinking gallons of gin
Can lead you into sin.
Drinking tons of brandy
Doesn't actually make you randy.
Drinking loads of rum
Can make you rather dumb.
Nothing rhymes with vodka,
Tough! ! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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The Power Of Positive Drinking
Some like wine and some like hops
But what I really love is my scotch
Its the power, the power of positive drinking
Some people ruin their drinks with ice
And then they, they ask you for advice
They tell you, Ive never told anyone else before
They say, candy is dandy but liquor makes quipsters
And I dont like mixers, or sippers or sob sisters
You know, you have to be real careful where you sit down
In a bar these days
And then some people drink to unleash their libidos
And other people drink to prop up their egos
Its my burdon, man, people say
I have the kind of face you can trust
The pow-pow-pow-pow-power of positive drinking
The pow-pow-pow-pow-power of positive
The pow-pow-pow-pow-power of positive
The pow-pow-pow-pow-power of positive
The pow-pow-pow-pow-power of positive drinking
Some people say, alcohol makes you less lucid
And think thats true if youre kind of stupid
Im not that kind that gets himself burned twice
And some say liquor kills the cells in your head
And for that matter so does getting out of bed
When I exit, Ill go out gracefully, shot in my hand
The pow-pow-pow-pow-power of positive drinking
The pow-pow-pow-pow-power of positive
The pow-pow-pow-pow-power of positive
The pow-pow-pow-pow-power of positive
The pow-pow-pow-pow-power of positive drinking
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Drunken Dancing Fish
An old man fishing
Sat all day in his boat
Drinking beer
Watching the bobber float
Perhaps it was the alcohol
Or the rocking to and fro
But he swore he saw
A fish come up and dance a do si do!
So quickly
It was gone
But the staggering effect of it
Like a hangover, lingered on long
He sold the boat
And gave up beer
Now he drinks ginger ale
And only hunts deer
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Let me be the first to tell you, drinking alcohol is the worst thing to do in cold weather. Hot soup is the best because the process of digesting food helps to warm you up.
quote by Morgan Freeman
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Demon Alcohol
Im sick and tired of your excuses
Cant deal with living anymore
Ill give you reasons to continue
While you lie writing on the floor
Ill wash away your lies
And have you hypnotized
Therell be no compromise today
Ill share your life of shame
I think you know my name
Ill introduce myself today
Im the demon alcohol
Demon alcohol
Ill get you
If you could deal with your reflection
Im sure youd see into my eyes
Therell be no need for resurrection
Lets drink to people of the lies
Although that ones too much
You know tens not enough
Therell be no compromise today
Ill watch you lose control
Consume your very soul
Ill introduce myself today
Im the demon alcohol
Demon alcohol
Ha ha
Demon alcohol
Demon alcohol, lets party
(demon alcohol)
(Im the demon alcohol)
Im sick and tired of resolutions
Youve quit me time and time again
Dont speak of suicide solutions
You took my hand, Im here to stay
This time its you or me
Ill never set you free
Therell be no compromise today
So satisfy your lust
Too much cant be enough
Ill introduce myself today
Im the demon alcohol
The demon alcohol
Aha
Demon alcohol
Demon alcohol
Lets party
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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Hated Juices
To drive a drink is abolishing the practice of good nature,
It is drinking of water and ice, some divine nomenclature.
They jolt the brain and extinguish a fire in the mind,
Dropping, dragging, but paddling it, always behind.
This is hygiene, lovely, beauty and combined with numbers
That sign an audacious move, movement of the blessed still encumbers.
I love blessed dreams waking and nudging,
Both of them hate it, in napping too deep of imaging.
I love drinking hated juices so wild of oil,
As oil drove me dumb as a darling can spoil.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Alcoholics Unanimous
ALCOHOLICS UNANIMOUS
The head of blended Spirits
saw his future looking bleak.
The case sales for Scotch Whiskey
trended downward week to week
What was the cause of this decline?
Why were sales weak as water?
To find out he relied upon
his party loving daughters.
When they reported back to him
He nearly died from shock:
Folks weren’t merely “buying down”
because they were in hock.
Instead they met in basement clubs
And sat on folding chairs
Pouring out their troubles
To such strangers as were there.
They told him of a program
That sounded like a cult:
Twelve steps to salvation-
Start with putting down the cup.
They said the former customers
Had mentors they could call
To talk them out of drinking
if they longed for alcohol.
The head of blended spirits
Hatched a bold and daring plan-
ALCOHOLICS UNANIMOUS
“The Friends of Old Grand Dad”
They’d meet in clubs and taverns
As you might surmise
And sponsored “beer pong” tournaments
with Whiskey as the prize.
The new club had its mentors too
Conveniently right in town
To talk folks into drinking
And to join them in a round.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Answer to all questions
Alcohol is not the answer
To all questions
Stated by Mahatma Gandhi.
Alcohol is not the answer
To all the questions
But if you do not get the answer
It helps you to forget the question
Stated by Vijaya Mallya.
Gandhi and Mallya
Two poles of alcohol
Life style of both are
Like alcohol but with
Difference to those
Who know alcohol and those
Who do not know alcohol
Both the persons are
Irrelevant and meaningless.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Being Human
Day dragging on, sluggish system slowing due
to cheese grillers with which Sunday dinner was
enlivened, not even the psychology of buying a
little doll to accompany me through the woes of
assembly line translations proves very helpful
My guru dancing while chanting: Just be glad, just
be glad, just be glad to be alive - idiot; we all need
neuropeptide Y, a brain chemical that makes people
feel healthy - found in alcohol, scientists think NPY
pills could reduce consumption of alcohol
Are they mad, how absolutely boring and unromantic,
imagine replacing the words of Red, Red Wine with
White White Antidepressants - popping pills instead
of staggering about while watching the heroine leave
with another man - scientists have no understanding
Of the aesthetics when the suffering hero is scorned
and the audience's unbounded sympathy with his at-
tempts to obliterate his pain with wine or another
alcoholic concoction - this is what being human
is all about!
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Drinking
Christmas is all about drinking
Let’s have another peg
As if every day we don’t keep
Drinking…
Let’s have another peg
As if you and me
Need an occasion for drinking
Let’s have another peg
How about making this
Festival worthwhile…
And take a pledge to stop
Drinking?
Promises are for fools to keep
Let’s have another peg.
[Poem themed on Alcoholism]
(A sincere plea to all Alcoholics: please give up drinking. Spend that money on healthy food and warm clothes to keep you cosy this Christmas.)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Work
Keep your fingers busy
Mentally or physically
What four-letter word
Dyou know like ...
Look at me smile
Look at me doing their
Work
Ysee me shuffle in the dirt
My how I sweat
But I dont mind
Cause its work
You got me rolling up my shirt
Theres all my old friends
Sat by the fountain drinking beer
Their days have no starts and no ends
They drift into pub nights with no
Promise for tomorrow
All that they want is some
Work
Work
Look at me smile
Look at me polish these
Tools
Am I breaking all the rules?
A cycle like that
I dont want to be late for school
Well its night school
Now all my new friends
Sit in their [site] huts drinking tea
My day has no start and no ends
Drifts into whole nights in my
Coffin by the fireside
Bugger this game
I know whos to blame
And thats
Work
Aw, work
Keep your fingers busy
Mentally or physically
What four-letter word
Dyou know like
Oh! work, work
Oh! work, work
Im back with my old friends
Sat by the brunel drinking beer
Dont want this to ever end
Were living in fear of being
Mizzled by a new myth
Work
I dont want to go to work
Work
I dont want to go to work
song performed by by Xtc
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Last Call
[all]
Last call for alcohol
The club is almost closed
(thats right)
So I need your name and your number
(yo, yo)
Before the night is through
[tash]
Yall wanna talk about drinking?
I took a drink, took a swallow
Left the champagne bottle hollow
Passed my keys to lil talo
Cant crash the el dorado
You know how it go
When you sipping on mo
You be tore up from the floor up
And you dont even know
[xzibit]
I had the bartender set up three shots
I knocked em back
Nitrate over the track
The whole crowd reacted
From right here through the ? ?
Baby relax youre rolling with me
Its mister a through x to the z
[sfp]
Going out with my friends
To celebrate the weekend
I hope the club is jumping
So I can find a little something
Wanna get my drink on
Wanna get my freak on
Im gonna try to come on
Before the night is over
1 ? [all]
Last call for alcohol
The club is almost closed
So I need your name and your number
Before the night is through
Last call for alcohol
The club is almost closed
So I need your name and your number
Before the night is through
[sfp]
Checkin for the sisters
Flossin the prada
Dolce gabana baby can I holla?
You know Im peepin atcha
Hoping I can catch ya
I wanna get atcha
Can we dance before the night is over?
Come on, oh
Repeat 1
[sfp]
This round is on me
Champagne and hennesy
I got chips just get whatchu like
Next round is on you
Tequila shots and brew
Im getting faded yo
Cause I didnt drive
[tash](xzibit)
Its last call yall so all yall
Its time to pull your money out
Come through, post up
Peepin all the honeys out
Smoke fest, guinness out
Got your homies passing out
(party down baby)
You know what x and ca-tash about
[xzibit]
Yo I stay with it
While you perpetrate and try to play with it
Something people with the all chrome
Custom fitted whatever you want
From the car straight to the bar
Were the la guns holding hennesy for everyone
Repeat 1 till end
song performed by by Xzibit
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Description of Love
Described by the mothers are the artists,
Their children also show fodder of love.
The minds are followed by the gorgeous acting
That they solely and durably bestow on you.
Gas is asked as a marriage, gases and liquids,
Fully in scripted with abilities and mistresses.
The narration of livers carries on forever,
Lovers also dine on the eternal life.
Love has descriptions of an infinite kind,
Their love is of children and too costly.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Self Destruction
I’ve walked the road of self destruction and despair
I know- for I’ve been there.
I’ve been and seen the alcohol and drug abuse
I thought fighting it was of no use
So many times I had sank
Because of the alcohol I had drank.
Then I woke up one day and thought
There is only two ways out
I could crawl in a corner and die
Or I could stop these excuses and lies.
I fell to my knees and with
the tears rolling down my eyes
I screamed to the lord to help me
In this sorrowful place
And to bless me with his grace.
I felt a hand upon my shoulder
And with a sense of belief
I knew he heard me and I felt relief.
I got up and never looked back again
For in my heart that past did end.
poem by Louis Rams
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Teens Life Taken
a young teenager following the crowd
drugs and alcohol everywhere to be found
party time is what they say
it is time for us to play.
it is when we all get down
we have enough to go around.
then it happens unexpectedly, a life is taken
but it's not you or me!
then you find out that it was a friend
who you partied with till the very end.
he got behind the wheel of a car
but didn't travel very far
he hit the gas instead of the brake
but by then it was much too late.
he hit the lamp post doing about eighty three
it was something that he did not foresee.
how many more stories must you hear
before it becomes crystal clear.
getting high is not the key
in that car is not where you want to be.
just think of the friend that you may have lost
was the party worth the cost?
think of what they may have become
if alcohol or drugs they had not done.
poem by Louis Rams
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