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 of the underlying sea of nausea,

Waves of the masses, bucking and heaving,

In their painful throes

The Hangover finds you on the floor at dawn

A soft morning 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 large

Chunks of Your Dignity.

Then when you find someone who loves you

To tell the story, you start by saying: WHEW

"One more sip of that shit, I'd have been a goner!"