Karaoke

I sit and nurse a drink and watch with amusement

I think that human history is resplendent with refinement in fermentation

Drink forever a magnificent fuel for social engagement

Surely the history of and primal need for song must parallel that of drink

But what damage could you do around the campfire, or hearth I wonder

While I listen to friends in low places, where whiskey drowns, and beer chases, I ponder

That a century ago, Edison brings us the microphone along with lights

And the Japanese, naturally industrialize it all

I can only hope everyone here has had enough to drink

And that Jimmy Buffett forgives me when I lay waste to Margaretville

It has come to my turn at the karaoke mike…

I blew out my flip flop, stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
But there’s booze in the blender…