Achaean Drinking

Absinthe or Tequila,
It makes little difference.
Bring plenty of both,
And wine for appearence.

Drink it down,
Order another round.
Dance like the mad man,
Then collapse on the ground.

How many glasses now,
Twelve or Twenty-four?
Doesn't matter,
How do you work this door?

Give that bottle here,
I don't care if it is the last.
Closing time already?
That was awfully fast.

I don't feel very well,
And the room seems to spin.
Something moves in my stomach,
Pass me the bin!

Darkness...
Odd, where is the light.
Oh, hello Maya,
That makes it twice tonight.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Lupar, in the year 399 AF.