Give beer to those who are perishing, wine to those who are in anguish; let them drink and forget their poverty and remember their misery no more.
//I saw a beggar in Las Vegas a while back holding an open hat and a sign that read, “Why lie? I need a beer.” Honesty intrigues me, so I stopped and asked him if he was perishing. He said yep, if he didn’t get a beer he’d die, and I said alrighty, you qualify. I’ll see what I can do.
As I entered the casino I was met by drunken laughter. Someone at the 3-card poker table had hit it big, and was dancing around with three kings in his hand.
It is not for kings, O Lemuel—not for kings to drink wine, not for rulers to crave beer, lest they drink and forget what the law decrees, and deprive all the oppressed of their rights. –verses 4-5
… so I stole his beer while he was celebrating and took it out to the beggar where it belongs.
(editor’s note: This doesn’t quite sound like Lee … I suspect this didn’t really happen!)