first beer of the week

the finest barley and hops

The stockman rides in with his dry, dusty throat,
Goes up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat,
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
When the barman says suddenly, "The pub's got no beer!"


what better reward 
for a job well done
can there possibly be
than a cold aluminum can,
perhaps a sliver of ice
melting down the side. 
at the end of any day
may a plastic cooler
rest on the lawn 
brimming with pearls
of 12 fluid ounces. 
old men in pubs
sit elbow to elbow
in twead jackets
pounding pints 
of local brew.
where better to hide
from the wife?
the lonely frat boy
sitting on the porch 
of the house 
in mid-summer. 
how much longer
can one man carry on
without his brothers?
god-willing, 
may we never find out.  

 

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[TLK]

Alcohol kills, everybody,
It gets into your brain
depresses
they stumble around,
blind,
singing,
and they think they're happy.

No, they're
depressed.