A POEM ABOUT GETTING DRUNK

I'm not the type that likes to get rip roaring drunk. Yeah, I like to share some drinks with friends but I've grown out of the "three sheets to the wind" stage of my life. I've been there, I've done that, I remember some of it. Now just because I don't get drunk anymore doesn't mean I think other people shouldn't. I've learned valuable lessons by getting drunk. (don't pass out in Tijuana) Some of my favorite authors and poets were drunks. (Earnest Hemingway, Charles Bukowski etc.) But most importantly if it weren't for drunks I would have nothing to add to this blog. I can't help it, I love drunks. So here's a poem to celebrate all the drunks out there.

Get Drunk

Always be drunk.
That's it!
The great imperative!
In order not to feel
Time's horrid fardel
bruise your shoulders,
grinding you into the earth,
Get drunk and stay that way.
On what?
On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever.
But get drunk.
And if you sometimes happen to wake up
on the porches of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the dismal loneliness of your own room,
your drunkenness gone or disappearing,
ask the wind,
the wave,
the star,
the bird,
the clock,
ask everything that flees,
everything that groans
or rolls
or sings,
everything that speaks,
ask what time it is;
and the wind,
the wave,
the star,
the bird,
the clock
will answer you:
"Time to get drunk!
Don't be martyred slaves of Time,
Get drunk!
Stay drunk!
On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!"

-Charles Baudelaire

P.S. I don't wan't to preach but PLEASE never drink and drive. Drunks are funny shit but there's nothing funny about putting your life or the life of others in danger. If you don't care about yourself, at least think of the 2 year-old little girl who you might kill. I love drunks but I HATE drunk drivers! If I ever see a drunk getting ready to drive, he'd better be ready for 200 pounds of US-Marine to crash into his face.