Disregard the old Stoics
Stuck in their familiar loops
Feeling belonging for young dupes
Fetch my gin, and tonic

We were insensitive
Stuck in our throat
Drinks olive to choke
We weren't so pensive

Slagging wise Dorics
swallowing our petty hops
alcohol soaked cloaks
We were never perceptive

We were always layabouts
Buzz stuck till we've croaked
Bantered with jokes
We were down'n'outs

Our lives protozoic
Two carbons, chained in degrees
A beer short of being,
Regular paleozoic