when beer sours me i remember all
blackouts and empty spaces
i have never had one, if indeed
those who say them they have had
can say they have had them
i picked off bits sticking glass
to the platinum
to the premium bavaricum,
you have my giggles
goldschlager,
the "whole-hearted" one poured me
you have my throat to pay for
and ah... him...
the inverted wall watcher,
he screwdrove me too much.
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