Judged by the Company One Keeps

One night in late October,
whenst I were far from sober,
Returing with my load of manly pride.
My feet began to stutter,
so I lay down in the gutter,
and a pig came near and lay down by my side.
A lady passing by was heard to say;
"You can tell a man who boozes,
By the company he chooses,"
And the pig got up and slowly walked away.
- Anonymous

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