The Role of Vices

May 18, 2010

Drink these: you’ll feel calmer, for a time,

Smoke these, you’ll feel sedated, for a time.

In the end, all we have is time,

After all.


Drink too much? Smoke to much?

You may lose your way,

like Icarus, who couldn’t say “when”.

He heard the words – but did it anyway.


So take care, be good, one drop and one puff,

But know when is when, and enough is enough,

We love you dearly, we know you are tough,

Pardon me, I need to cough.


Queen's Day in Amsterdam 2010

The Wanderer had chomped his last croquette, hit his last Heineken, swaggered his last step, cruised his last canal, and relived his last rejection.  There was only one thing left for this dapper dancing drunken dilettante to do…