The chalice of wine on one hand
the jester began his outpouring
astute in his words
he slurred forth his song..
"I'm on a different level now
between the rough seas on a rocky boat..
I see far into the wild and am
in disguise as the jester
of worldly drunken wine..
I swim the seas of the red wine
and see it sparkling in the cup
a tinted red it seems to me and
I dine with no-one but the wine.."
The jester pushes forward
his breath foul and battered
with the spirit of wine..
His words sung in slander
of the obsessive drunken slur.