you wait for your prizes
as they glitter and sparkle
my prizes sparkled
for the briefest
of moments
as i popped
the top
on my stubbie
you wear your prizes
proudly presented; pretty
i felt mine
make its way to my stomach
now its
just another misty memory
at the start
of another
alcohol fogged day
your prizes are cherished
they help you
feel fulfilled
mine are imbibed
with a wanton glutinous intent
just another soggy segue
of another
alcohol fogged day
it's always beer o clock somewhere
a pre-midday hop fueled lager frenzy
never hurt anyone
just another flophouse cop out
along a bleary meandering way
of another
alcohol fogged day
start drinking early
drink the hours away
embrace the quagmire
of another
alcohol fogged day
About the Creator
Bren
"It's just a token of my extreme!" - Frank Zappa
"Cause it's all in the heat of the moment It's all in the pain!!!" - Devin Townsend
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler
I'm writing it out not acting in doubt!
Two Grumpy Old Men Solve the Problem
Marty and Steve were two grumpy old men who lived together. They had known each other for years. Marty had been a bachelor all his life. Steve said it was because no one could stand to ever live with. Marty’s standard reply was “Well, you are, so what sort of a moron does that make you!”
By Calvin Londonabout 9 hours ago in Humor
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