Good Cheer For All

I've finally gotten somewhere with my paean to alcohol:

Drunk Gratitude

I've had but little alcohol at all,

such awesome stuff as Skunk Butt's Hind-end Ale,

and nothing drives truth home like alcohol,

for standing vigil in this dreary vale.

Thanks then to liquor's years of keeping me

from making awful messes of myself,

kept firm in its strong grip with dignity,

a jug placed safe upon the sundries shelf.

I think that's got it, despite its being quite different than initially envisioned.