Charles, Pablo and Allen

Wine, poetry or virtue
I choose the wine.
Good man, I wanted you to know
Wine was not my first choice
I wanted poetry first but
Mute poets are useless
And bad poets are so easy to find
At that age
Poetry did arrive searching for me
But I was not home at that time

So pour some more Master
I will howl for thee
Fill my glass Master
Keep me mute Master