Analysis of An Ode To White Ace.

As I sit here today in a state of confusion,
in need of a drip, and a blood transfusion.
A headache the size of a Grizzly Bear,
a Brain made of jelly and a vacant stare.
The evening's events are lost in the mist
of another night spent outrageously pissed.
"Why do I do it?" I ask myself
as it empties my wallet, and preys on my health.
"Coz White Ace is fun!", it's such a good laugh,
then I woke up this morning, face down in the bath.
"Coz White Ace is great!", well I'll drink to that,
as I think I'm a genius, but act like a twat.
"Coz White Ace is cheap!", of that there's no doubt.
You can drink it all night, 'til they carry you out.
"Coz White Ace is tasty!", now that's just a lie..
It's the drink where your taste buds need not apply.
"Coz White Ace is a winner!", it's the drink of Champs!
Oh no, it's like Paint Thinner and the drink of Tramps.
So let's raise a glass, if we've got the strength left,
and have another pint of Faculty Theft.