Beer, best at making morning’s rough, tossing
Last night’s roughage to the side, reeking
Of some ill-thought numbing that is costing
More than the yeasty brew’s seeking
For a forgetfulness; a sense of keeping
Away an elephant’s pure doom,
That pushed its sap and seeping
No matter how we groom
and guzzle the gulp of foam and slip,
organisms urine; bitter sweet brew,
crack of the lid and stewing on lip
of dawn’s gurgle and stew
what’s worse than remembering
what might have been had
in mind’s dismembering
of night’s good and bad
oh brew how you double
my yesterday’s doubt
of toil and trouble
that forces itself out
and I am still here and left
in the same old snafu
there’s been nothing bereft
but my upchuck of you.
Author notes
lol. I don't drink it, as you can tell, for danged good reason
"Long Live The RCW"
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- OPTIONS, OPTIONS, OPTIONS!!!!!! by James L Williams.
500 points, ended February 24, 2007, 3 entries
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Awesomeness
I really enjoyed this write. It was really humorous. I hope to get to read more of your work soon. Thank you for entering my contest.
Luke -
ooh ugh..no i agrre i dont drink beers either, wine champagne cocktails ..but never beer
main reason being if it smeel like that befor you drink it why would anyone even want to?. good luck in the contest
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An amazing collection of word to feather the reason I have poetry as my poison to penitrate the curse of nothingness...just a wonderful and inspiring write...
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