Drinking Corn Whiskey Can Make One Go Blind With Hairy Palms. Poem by Michael Gale

Drinking Corn whiskey can be quite a-maze-ing...
Bubbles of the intoxicating brew may stun many tastebuds into
unmerciless stunned submission.

This room spins all about me in speeds unrecorded down in history of man...
Getting tanked and lost in unconcioused numbness of mind.

Can at all hours of the day or nigjht help the alcoholic relax and totally unwind...
Is man eternally to his addictions-Totally blind?

Addictions of the brainless heart...
Can or may make man internally as well as outwardly express a homestyled loudest of unwanted of fart.

Is that the mating call of the wildest girls gone crazy? ...
Why are kids of today so utterly freakin' lazy?

I may catch a lot of flack and criticism for my comments on unruly children of the undisciplined corn of today and tomorrow...
They should have a substitute for wife swap titled kid swap.

Let another parent raise that hidious young yuppy larva off spring....
Then another parent would be surprised when they got home.

Then you'd know for sure the kid would no longer run away fast...
Your accompanyment with that brat would be required to last.

No loss of food consumption later known as a final disciplined
efeastment of fast...
Poundage would be erased at last-at last of thy hidden unwanted like past.

That in turn would bring home to thee a most wanted of fling...
A sexual easement for thee t'would be transfixed by rapidly adjoining thyself into a cold shower'd as brought to thee as easily as brung that nice day in spring.

What hath he did bring? ...
I fell out of a tree and broke my arm, now i walk about with right arm
installed to sling.

Kiss the trip good bye and be ever alert and cared of eye...
Turn around and look- There be no stinking readment of book.

Illiterate of mind...
Can or may to others bring eye movement too stagnatedly blind.

T'will there be disease? ...
No, no, no-please pay-no nay, take it all at ease.