Cheers: A Sarcasm

Cheers: A Sarcasm

A Poem by Eric Weick

Cheers, let us raise our glass now, 

to you, oh friend. 

Cheers, for the years, that you have spent, 

us, we as country, we ladies, we men. 

All the years, 

we were, that we - wasted. 

Cheers, let us not forget the saints. 

Thank you Daniel, thank you Pap, thank you Walker. 

Just to name a few, of the many friends by many,

that have all been, just so, heavenly. 

Cheers to you, for we drink in rebellion,

against all who claim you, to be some, poison.

They don’t see us sit as Jekyll, only think we act like Hyde.

Cheers, thank you, a bless-id, thank you, 

for being the anti-venom, a cure, 

to all the poison within our lives. 

Cheers to you, because, after 5pm, you were there.

Cursed be our fathers, be our mothers, our children, 

our husbands, our wives. 

Because, unlike you, they didn’t care.

But blessed be you, because, you were always there. 

When our worlds got dark or our minds grew old. 

When our hearts lost part or when we lost our soul. 

Cheers to you, I can’t remember the loss, the curse, the pain. 

And they say it would better us, but it did nothing, 

with or without you, we are still the same. 

Cheers, that unlike God, 

you were with us, all the years. 

Through all the murders, the cheating, the lies. 

Through all the beating out, of all we loved,

within our lives. 

Cheers to you, our god, 

savior that helps us forget the night.

That you quicken deaths coming 

to all breath, within this life.

Cheers, that you tasted just right. 


-By Eric Weick  WGAW Copyright 2014  

© 2014 Eric Weick


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Yep, Been feeling that way for a long time, then I've had 60+ years of saying thank you for a good kick in the arse.
I love this. Think I'll keep it for later use.
Bound to be an occasion when this will fit right in.
Excellent work.

Posted 10 Years Ago


If I am understanding this right, "Cheers" is an irony as we toast to our own destruction for savoring the self ministering device of alcohol. A form of pleasure that seems to numb the pain, but causes far greater problems. Yes, America, we are killing ourselves. This is a very unique piece of writing that makes me want to read more of you. Kudos!

Posted 10 Years Ago


This is an interesting piece with a method of pulling the reader in on the first line.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on May 29, 2014
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Tags: Cheers, sarcasm, God, addiction, drinking.

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Eric Weick
Eric Weick

Sacramento , CA



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