Based on “Do Not Go Gentle Into that Good Night” by Dylan Thomas
Do not black out into that good night, bro.
Liquor should pour and splash at the close of day;
Rave, Rave against the fate of Natty Light, bro.
Though lit boys at their end pass out on sight,
Because their boat shoes touched no boats they
Do not black out into that good night, bro.
New bros, the last keg by, shouting how might
Their failed livers have survived the day
Rave, Rave against the fate of Natty Light, bro.
Wild men who come in late, missing Bud Light
And fail, too soon, they threw up anyway,
Do not black out into that good night, bro.
Seniors, near death, who see with blinding sight
Glazed eyes, could say “no homo” and be gay,
Rave, Rave against the fate of Natty Light, bro.
And you, my brother, there on Delta Chi,
Curse, bless me now with your cheap beers, I pray
Do not black out into that good night, bro.
Rave, Rave against the fate of Natty Light, bro.
Written by Alicia Bao, Treasurer, Zach Levy, Staff Writer, and Wyatt Reynolds, Contributor