Against an Excess Drink
A glass of wine
Before those serpent alcohols
That tempt the tongue and soothe the brain
Shall rise and wind their glittering coils
About your feverish fears again,
Treat them firmly, do not fail
Before their clear hypnotic eyes;
Confess their power, yet prevail
Before they learn to turn and tease;
Utter this charm, that wit and will
May stare them down and hold them still:“Knowledge I have While thou hast none, I can make songs Beyond they tongue, All of thy offerings First were mine: I keep my spirit And need not thine.”
Then raise to your lips a glass of wine – spit in it, empty it down the drain.
By Migene Gonzales-Wippler
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