"A New Spirit for the Discriminating Palate"

The Zeitgeist, a distilled spirit,
A sip hits like some violent ambrosia 
Goes right to the head packs a wallop
That Bright Lights and a Big City bang
For your buck

Drink a full glass and feel the glow
Delightfully provocative, resplendent
With fantastic and colorful lies
Makes you want to seat yourself
Firmly and get a grip, go to ground,
Only you cannot

Drink the bottle now you're talking
Racing ever faster to stay in the same place
A spinning and roaring of The Machine
Grinding away at the inside your own head
You no longer hear the throaty roars
Of the beguiled
Or sense the underlying seas of violence
Waves of the masses bucking and heaving
In their painful throes

The Hangover finds you on the floor at dawn
The soft dawn glow stabbing you in the eyes
You feel like a lone survivor of a bar massacre
You remember crawling away undignified
Through a confusion of the legs of combatants
At once feeling grateful to have slunk away alive
And feeling that survivors guilt and missing all
Your dignity -
When you find someone who loves you
To tell the story, you start by saying:

"One more sip and I'd have been a goner!"