Thoughts turned sage

Drunken lucid thoughts,
Jumbled mess of slow meditation,
Mingled with sage slurred advice,
From intoxicated wise men.
Spewed verily upon the ears,
Of companions inebriated like minded.
Deny not lack of intelligence,
In garbled communique,
Wisdom stored for such as this.
A night of long glasses of inspirational lager,
Supped upon in excessive quantities,
Not knowing if it is even quality.
Yet no recollection of eloquent oratory remains,
When sun does burn eyes,
Head does pound the bell
And cotton wool does cling to mouth.
Yet then wisest of all truths,
Shall remain forever ignored...
Bacchanalia orgies of wine consumption,
Reaps suffering of multitudinous proportions,
Akin to Dantes torturous tiers of Hell!
Forsooth these men do be jester fools?