Whiskey and Philosophy

One tall and gaunt with hooded eyes The other bearded, bent, time-worn and wise They relished unfurling their intellectual sails To seek secrets of wisdom on ancient gales Two wizened old philosophers in a huddled conspiracy They picked through the bones of archaic mythology Pondered the tomes of scholars of yore Then fleshed out the virtues of masters of lore They sniffed out the dragons of hateful hypocrisy Harangued and railed against heinous heresy Decried the dogmatist's intolerant curse Then like poets esteemed they trundled through verse Their furrowed cheeks glowed as the whiskey flowed Voices gravelled and slurred as their logic blurred They fumbled and mumbled, weary and weaving As the dying embers of day, dropped into evening With their feverish fervour fully feted They stumbled into the night, agreeably sated!