Dramaturge

I portrayed the knave of hearts again, A role it would seem I was made for. I ventured off script and silenced my critics By drinking them under the table. Classically trained in the tavern arts, I’m a boozy, bibulous sot. A virtuoso of chugging a tankard, A maestro of downing a shot. I've been typecast as a barfly. It's the same old morality play. I’ll adlib my lines to upstage the lead, And be star of this grim cabaret.