He and I were comrades
On this cold and squalid earth
And somehow things were not so bad
At the bar stools that we berthed
So I think you can imagine
How it must’ve been for me
That evening at the tavern
When he slipped into the sea
A normal night as any
As we gathered in our cups
He took up one too many
And began to table hop
The tables they did joggle
And the spirits tipped and spilled
The patrons were a goggle
As he hopped and turned and whirled
He bounced around the barroom floor
His direction in a twist
And through the bathroom door
He went… He was really pissed
A pathetic tawdry ending
In the washroom cubbyhole
Just as someone flushed the tank
… Descending down the bowl