By Emmanuel Williams
September 11, 2026
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Is there anything else to drink
Beside this water, aside this juice
Is there anything else to drink
Aside my pain, aside these thoughts
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Is there ale in these parts
A vodka to cure me
A whiskey to heal me
Some bourbon to fool me
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Is there anything else
Anything else
Anything worthy
Of feats like mine own
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Shall there be any fire
To quench my thirst
Any burning drink
Trickled down to the first
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The first gentleman
And everyman
The thinking man
And drinking man
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I must say, this is golden
To be with my men
And forget all the women
The unworthy ones
In the presence of she
Who is worthy beyond them
And crazier than any
For drink makes me love them
For drink makes me crave them
For drink turns me up
Higher than weed within me
But if not for her
The one stuck in the shadow
The loyalty bolden
Not craven
To love me
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So give me this fire
This prince
This bright pyre
This elegant flame
Which I dance, shun my lying
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Fortune shines on her dog
This man here, nearest logs
My sword sheathed
All war won
Family kept
Savior’s son
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Kill me with’t in my throat
With my belt loose and toss’d
The meat cooking my taste
With my haste all abated
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Give courage to children
And honor to sages
Give court to the only wench present
Though there ain’t none waitin’
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Give bars every penny
The waitress tends many
All a stupor for the cue
To find someone like you
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Give honor to the toast
Give a man to be the host
And give his child the head cloak
Once his day comes so close
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Be here now
Whiskey whiskey
If not
Vodka vodka
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For beer
Will be here
Should we need
To drink free
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80 proof
ABV
Percentage
Just drinkage
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Tequila
Will kill ya
But rum
Will unyield ya
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Give me drink
Give mercy
For now and
The morning
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If I wretch
Hold me hair
Or leave me
In peace there
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You won’t know
What’s enough
Till you
Let me be tough
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Just don’t
Take it away
Gone like songs
Yesterday
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Memory
Will keep us
Close together
When drinkin’
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I say “aye”
I say “yes”
I say “gimme”
I request!
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Gimme beer
Gimme wine
Gimme liq’
Before swine
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For the morn
Is thine fiend
But the night
Is thy friend…
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And a moment for the gin
Who has always been this man’s friend
Flavorless or apple
Or lime with the Dew
All is forgiven
With an empty cup of gin
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