Slainte! Poem by Shawn Peery

Cheers to you comrade!
The very red flushed face
you walk the streets with,
staggering and swaying with
the cool wind, shouting profane vocabulary, singing songs from an Irish Pub in downtown Dublin, while the streets our filled with glowing light above a hopping
plaza of taverns, and the jig
continues to play, as the leprechauns quote 'A drunkard is a dead man, and all dead men are drunk' so safeguard what little gold ye hold, and to end the perfect illumination of the night, you yacked up your stout, and simply passed out!
Slainte