EAT, drink and be merry
tomorrow you're the designated driver

    snail's legs, frog's wings
    sauteed robin's-egg value, pear-
    shaped gall bladder — heavy
    cream sauce for those inclined

    a frosted carafe of virgin sweat
    warm beer and wet cigarette butts
    swirled, followed by a daiquiri
    of frozen phlegm, strawberry snot

    jump for joy — the seven who fried
    12,5000 mph entry, surely much less
    than those killed on the highways
    on a Saturday, around nine a.m.

Eat, drink and be merry
tomorrow you're the designated driver