Beer,Beer.

Beer

 

Beer, give me a beer that’ll

disappear my fears.

Not just any beer. Give me

one brewed with 9% alcohol

or more.

 

 

Make it dark and bitter if you

will. Frost my glass and fill

it with dark, dark brew that’ll

go down my chute to satisfy

that urge for a cold, cold beer.

 

I don’t want to drink a Miller or a Bud

that I’d spit into the dust. Those names

are easy to say, you know they are, but

I’ll wait for beer brewed to taste and if

the name is hard to say, like

Weizenbier or Rauchbier, it’s okay.

 

I’ll even drink some Raspberry Imperial

Stout or a Fruit and Vegetable Beer.

Herb and spice beer will quench my thirst,

but I’ll never know unless I drink beer beer,,

and more beer brewed specially for me.

 

 

About The Author

DiBuduo is also the author of "Crime A Day," a nonfiction book, "A Penis Manologue: One Man's Response to the Vagina Monologues," and two volumes of his signature "flash-fiction poetry," as well as several collections of short stories. His short fiction and poetry also appear in anthologies, online journals, and recently, in Weekend Reads, a collection appropriately subtitled "Twisted Stories, Twisted Mind!" He has completed two paranormal novels, "Cryonic Man" and The Mountain Will Cover You.” and the soon to be released novel, “The Chicagoua Café,” and also a collaborative collection of connected fantasy stories with author Kate Robinson. Read more about DiBuduo and his interests at joedibuduo.com.

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