I will drink to the arrogant bastard. br I will drink to the cock who gets plastered. br And I would binge with the impudent few, br Who dine of the deli... and the sewer too. br For “where the bee sups there would I”, br Upon the velveteen down of a sigh, br Or upon a petal savory sweet, br Or there … on a rose bud, tucked in neat. br Yet we who know of nectars naughty, br And euphorias got of liquors haughty, br Must bleed as well the venereal thorns, br Or the poison stabs of a cuckolds horn. br br Yet before these banes breed abstinence, br Let us drink deeper drafts of arrogance.