A Toast To Dionysus

[tomoffing]

A TOAST TO DIONYSUS

Tip the bottle the night's still young,
Acquit your heart and loosen your tongue
To sing the weight of the world away,
Wring your tomorrows of today.

All earnest hearts crave the reprieve
To laugh and jest at what they believe,
For what heart won't tire of what is right
If right will never yield delight.

So seize the joy hearts long to possess,
The feeling of life's weightlessness;
And with a wink to irreverence,
Drink to the love of innocence.


*Cheers*

Here here, couple of metrical stumbling blocks that'll trip the tongue, or is that a nod to the subject??

Cheers for this, with a half measure of damn you! its 11.30 in the morning and i'm thirsty.