The Story of Boozers

The schmucks, schmoes and schnooks

Gathered

In a restaurant full of schlock

Where they schmooze with schnapps

On their table,

They have schizophrenia

So terrible!

For they are schnapps schmaltz for life.

And every night,

They schlep all the way home

Establishing schism with wives and children

In their various homes;

For it is the only schtick people recognize

That they have,

They are but a schmeer of wasted woes

Wasting their lungs to schwag

They are but admired only by the Schadenfreude

They are but a schmear of toxicity!

And role models to none!

They are worse than flies,

Pestering the peaceful meal of life!