Drunken Master

A Poem by Zeo Writer

Story of a drunken master.

In this world (in this world), comes a man (comes a man)
Who lives on ale (who lives on ale), and nothing else (and nothing else)
He stumbles on (he stumbles on), on the great beyond (on the great beyond)
Where legends tells (where legend tells), of his drunken tales (of his drunken tales)

Morning comes, on a day once told, where a dragon feast, on wandering souls
And everybody, ran and hid, expect for a man, with a gut and a bota
He took a swing, then glared at the beast, he took four more, feeling the need
He tried for another, but it was empty, that’s when his roar, followed in thunder
Drag by the dragon, to the blessed sea, it washed him down, with all the ale in need
The man broke free, whopped the beast, saved the town, and asked: more ale please

Drunken man, Drunken man, Drunken man, He’s a drunken master!
Drunken man, Drunken man, Drunken man, He’s a drunken master!
Drunken man, Drunken man, Drunken man, He’s a drunken master!
Drunken man, Drunken man, Drunken man, He’s a drunken master!

Of another age, once told ago, the man returns, with all good will
Evil solders, have come to control, the very people, he loves n’ adores
They seized the ale, and all good hope, for the drunken master, is no more
And everybody, loses hope, without the ale, the power‘s revoke
The man his a secret, that no body knows, he has a stash, left unsoiled
He takes a drink, feels it’s power, defeats the solders, drinks for tomorrow

(solo)

He’s a drunken master!
He’s a drunken master!
He’s a drunken master!
He’s a drunken master!