Corn booze--great! Such as potent whiskey
On which I sip then swig until I sate.
Dry? Why? That corn booze--great!

Corn booze--great! Though rye is fine. It too I love;
Redeye I'll try. Inebriate. . .
Never scorn booze, mate.

I can't see through the tumbler. . .
The drink's opacity.
I swig to get vision through. . .
That vitreous vessel is free.

Then I'm drunk.

Morn till late, give me dog hair,
A shot of SKY,
Anything to intoxicate,
Keep me high morn till late.

Corn booze--great, but I don't care
As long as my
State is one of inebriate.
So, if it's corn booze, gree-ea-ea-eat,
As long as morn till late. . .

Boozed state.