God of Wine

Blessed be the palate
Which love bread and wine
Giving us the desire
To be glutton by design

Keep our hearts unheavy
Hold our hopes up high
Drunk with warmth and comfort
So happy we could die

Wait until next morning
For the trap to be unsprung
Dinner nigh did prepare us
The taste upon our tongue

Bitter, pain, sorrow, loneliness
Set fast upon the bedpost
Abandoned all once more
Until tonight's next toast