Laboring through the day, he gets up for a cup
Always smiling away at the busy projects
Wearing his pale ginger not afriad of rejects
Remembering that thing with a deadline that's up

Enforcing the process yet enjoying a drink
Noting one not enough, he grabs a second glass
Cocktail of dry whiskey until he's on his ass
Early enough to sleep under his desk or rink

An absolute great luck where he won a jackpot
Hammering a comfort of new easy living
Oppressing the must haves into a life striving

Greeting the fun travels from the rainbow's gold pot
Amicable warm hug for a friend at Eddy
Noticing his dry mouth; poem for beer, Ready!