When a good wine furnishs my stomach I am more erudite than Balzac- Wiser than Pibrac; My arm alone making the attack that thimble nation, The mettroit with the bag; De Charon and I become kings of the lake While sleeping in its vat, us kings in proud Eac, Without my heart making tic nor tac, i get first of the tobacco. thats what that means. for the kid who asked.