Drunkenness is my only virtue
The pub is my second home
The taps and bottles are my subjects
The barstool is my throne

From The Drunkard King

Oh, their voices rang and the coyotes sang,
And the laughter began to roar.
Round the crackling might of the fire bright
Were the voices I shall hear no more.

From Silent Voices

Now he sits alone upon the barstool
Finding solace in a whiskey glass

From Solace