Drink, drink enough water
To flush or to cleanse the liver
Drink, drink, and drink
Something pink
Sometimes to unwind
The convoluted mind.

Drink from the full water pitcher
To make the voice clearer or fresher
Powerful words must be hypostatized
They ought not to be internalized
The truth shall continue to set us free
Respect, dignity, pride, death or liberty.

Ultimately, drink a glass of wine
To relax and strengthen the spine
Drink, drink, and think
About something red and pink.

Rounds
by Michael R. Burch

Solitude surrounds me
though nearby laughter sounds;
around me mingle men who think
to drink their demons down,
in rounds.

Now agony still hounds me
though elsewhere mirth abounds;
hidebound I stand and try to think,
not sink still further down,
spellbound.

Their ecstasy astounds me,
though drunkenness compounds
resounding laughter into joy;
alloy such glee with beer and see
bliss found.

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This is a poem inspired by an Irish cousin of mine who was a bit of a "wild child" in her youth. 

Erin
by Michael R. Burch