Upon These Stools

Upon these stools we boozers swill
To wash down this life?s bitter pill
With good bourbon, our common bond.
Let whiskey with our cares abscond,
And reduce our concerns to nil.

We are the drunk. No drop we spill
Of our savior born of the still.
To our prayers our lord does respond
Upon these stools.

Egregious memories we kill
Of coworkers stupid and shrill,
Of smug managers far beyond
The pale with whom we correspond.
And feel better? Ye gods, we will
Upon these stools.
?Doug Manion