Those who drink shall, someday, die
some suddenly, some say good-bye.
All humans that are so inclined
to think that booze corrupts the mind
shall die someday, and just the same
so let me say this, in the name
of all my brethren who like me
rely on alcohol to pee
and who, for ninety other reasons
imbibe each day and all the seasons,
we know about the brew's own magic
to be without it would be tragic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem