[Douglas G. Brown]

It is hunting season now, and I can hear shots ringing out in the surrounding hills (even though this is not grizzly bear country) ...

Upon the grizzly’s heart, you train the crosshairs of your scope.
It’s the last day of the season, and this is your final hope;
The elevation, windage, and the range you quickly figure.
With bated breath, you deftly squeeze your Weatherby’s hair trigger.

Although the blast resembles that of cannon made by Krupp,
The bruin isn’t wounded, but he is a bit haired up,
And ambles to take cover in his stony mountain lair.
You ruefully acknowledge that you missed him by a hair.

That night, your barroom buddies all agree you are the best
At drinking up the fluids that grow hair upon one’s chest.
With dawning of the morning, just beyond that night before
You lie with bearded visage resting on the barroom floor.

There you repose, quite comatose; and as you lie in situ
You sip, to cure your pounding head, hair of the dog that bit you.
The lunchtime crowd steps over you, a listless groaning mass;
And says “That wasted hunter has a hair across his ass”.

Can anyone tell me if "wasted", in the sense of being heavily under the influence of alcohol or drugs, is used in the UK?