"Where can I find the Friend?"

I eat and dress and labor
For only one reason.

But why explain about the essential today
And demean the holy?

We are a couple of barroom sailors,
Marooned,

In need of good drink and fine company
To true our perceptions.

Otherwise,
I get a tad concerned about that odd look
That sometimes creeps into your eyes--

That seems to mistake me for a pretty,
Available mermaid.

Upon waking each day
My first words to my heart always are