Classic Poem

Cup, you come here!
Your old man has been
Looking himself over today.
For years on end he's had a thirst
With a throat like a scorched pot.
But now he's ready to go to sleep and snore like thunder.
You say, “Liu Ling
Was the great philosopher of all time.
Once drunk, what did it matter if he died and was buried on the spot.”
A shame you're so ruthless
With your very best friend.

Worse, you're in league with song and dance.
I reckon you are man's worst poison.
What's more, the thing we hate, a lot or a little,
Is what we once loved.
Nothing itself is good or bad,
It's excess makes the trouble.
Here's my ultimatum:
Don't stay, go away fast.
I have the strength to dispose of you.
The cup bowed and said,
“If you say so, I'll leave;
I'll come again when you call me.”