An Ode to Summer

Once more unto the beach, dear fiends, once more:
The sun is once more shining high above.
The beer is once more cooled to kill our bore.
The sweet, sweet summer dream once more with love.
Once more, dear fiends, let's drink to hearts content:
Let's burn by day our skins and then be vain.
Let's waste away the night and then be spent.
Let's wake up drunk and spill our guts again.
I say: once more, my fiends, and yet once more.
It's time for dreams, it's time for drinks, it's time
For joy! Postpone our lives, and do no chore.
But what? This is our life: to waste our prime.
   We trouble, toil, struggle to coil from strife.
   We, in our longing to live, forget what is life.