Drunken Dilettante

A cautionary exhortation to the tune of a drinking song

I drink a great big swig
Two more shots 'come three and four
I'll dance to this giddy jig
'Til my cares are no more
Life less beer – it is the brig
Being dry is such a bore

I down all I can pour
'Til I reach a drunken haze
I crawl, all fours, on the floor
I dare not see your gaze
I let out a gut-wrenched roar
And my puke erupts and sprays

I hide besides the loo
I am caught up in a daze
You're no fool, you see right through
My mask and its cliches
The ugly truth is right in view
'Tis my mirror: it betrays