Classic Poem

Priests make a brothel's flushest clients;
Among buddhas, Zuigu is foremost
But I get a chilly reception at all the teahouses;
My bills have piled up into mountains
Pleasures and reprimands jointly accumulate;
Relatives hold solemn family council to debate my case
But I head straight for the brothels, make the long nights fly by —
Even by breakfast time, I'm still not home
The day I'm disowned, whenever that may be,
I'll make my way to the East.
Just as I've reached the last word in looniness
I've happened to make the acquaintance of Master Groggy.