MY ASS aches, and a hazy dumbness pains
My sense, as though Absinthe I had drunk,
And emptied some new shrimps to the drains
One minute past, and Canal-wards had sunk:
'Twas a celebration of our academic lot,
And being too reliev'd in our happiness,
That Thou! Light-winged Drink of ease!,
In some perfidious plot
Of Lafitte's mean, and Abitas numberless,
Screamed our success to the tops o'trees!
O for a moment of clarity! that hath been
Unaffected by barmaid of
Her lids darkly-lined above eyes of green.
Dance, and 80s songs, and stories of mirth!
And of bathtub full of ice - it had seen no mouth!
Yes, a bathroom -- the likes we’d never seen—
With pee of others lapping at the brim.
Of a liquor-pained South!
O! Night of drink,
And pole by pole, left
Hungover! the very word is like a knell:
A morn knock that pull’d me from my stupor’d self!
Adieu, beignets! You who did treat us so well
As
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive blues fades
Past near
Back home! and now, stories buried deep;
But, next post, all in spades:
I’ll tell of visions, of a waking dream.
Our next memories? abroad! Stories cannot keep.
In the Cause!
Dr. T. Shandy
Oh, T. I'm weeping from the artistry, such eloquent homesick majesty you've induced...
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