A Drinker's Clowning

He thinks to prevail the existence as haze over And makes his own beau geste A spirit of ingenuity revived peerlessly And makes the reality to indite a blue story That appears to be enjoyable. This exemption from reality Just like he masters his own way Others may stare at his absurdities But he propels his own destiny. Endured by his shadow He gives a mere pause to think Past, carved in stone and future, an aleatory And acquaints with the presence That appears a moment of exuberance. This liberty from misery Just like he won every asperity Others may oppugn at his oddity But he aspires his own momentary. He makes a contrast between life and death Yet he keep smiling on his grief Beloved left him, and he is into his reveries And forgather by more beautiful chicks That gives a pleasure of masculinity. This relief from theological virtue of love Just like he exposed his vanity His beloved may cackle at his juvenility But he is in love with blithe insanity. The defies the world of immorality With his mindless nemeses Masses at disputes, he lingered by his silence And minded like a dummy That baffled others busy time. This escape from affrays Just like a dog kicked away People may cerebrate at his applesauce He still got word, who cares!