Gut Seed

Not everyone can drink like that,
twenty years old or not.
Take poor Jim--that’s where he sat
and drank more than he aught.

He’d pound em’ back with manly greed--
two beer, a bourbon, scotch--
he didn’t know he bore the seed
that bloomed above his crotch.

That seed, they claimed, was in his gut,
conceived with him at birth;
it drank his liquor, and you know what?
It laid him in the earth.

So, raise a glass to poor young Jim,
and cheer you as you need.
But pray with us that, unlike him,
your gut’s devoid of seed.

"Winter Gives Life" Photograph by Brian Ferguson