Philosophers abound at the imbibers retreat.
The world is made alright again by the victulars treat.
Football, sex, politics and gossip all anew
Are sorted, redefined and aired in public view.
Authorities elected, who held the former sway.
Are dismissed as amateurs who've long since passed their day.
No subject is too trivial to come before the boozer's court.
Judge, jury and hanging posse have their verdicts brought.
What seems so clear to one, is fuzzied by the grog
And thoughts so profound get lost in the neural fog.
So the great division bell sounds to the assembled crew
And so begins the anarchistic, violent outpouring spew.