Some seeking acceptability
Think drink is the road to conviviality
So they sip and sip and sip some more
To find the comradeship they’re looking for
As they stagger around with glass in hand
Feeling, for the moment, oh so grand
With drinking buddies swarming ‘round
Those buddies who they’ve newly found
Tomorrow’s come and they’re back alone
Those new found buddies, now unknown
To imbibe for lasting friendship, is just plain bunk
Lasting friendships won’t be found when you’re just plain drunk
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