Drinking

rum and buorbon, spirit or beer
line them up, and meet up here
down they go, one by one
drinkers they aren't, way too young
goals in life, is to teach the youth
watch them drop, the pranks on you,
mouth wash and seed, food and scraps
taint there hair, and paint there boots
get through the lot, drunk as can be
seing the youth, rather drink or flee
next mornings not good, hungover as hell
but youth are all gone, not game to stay here
next round comes to quick, to soon to bear
yet i get through the lot, to sore to be here
just get through the night, show them how it's done
take the next day off, to settle the rum
off we go, into ruitine
to teach the youth, just how to get things done