Journal Journal: Stein to the Drunken Lefties 34
As the drunk on a beer
Bender for fortnight or more,
Knowing hangover in store,
Bangs his hogshead in vain,
Wishing 'twere full again.
Raging 'gainst coming of dawn,
When the light of the sun falls upon
The heart of man in full rut;
Hedonism fills his. But
He can't make beer from piss,
For carnal bureaucratic bliss,
Must give way to the maul,
Hammering the head until all
Thought of Socialism is purged
And the name of the one who urged
The entitlement orgy's reviled,
And thoughts return to the child,
Who somehow knew right from wrong;
Good poetry from banal song.
Gratification, delayed, that built mind.
He looks up from his puke-puddle to find
A brief Herbert Stein phrase,
That pierces his drunken daze
The way that a mother's don't:
"Trends that can't continue, won't."
--CLS 21Oct2013