Beer Cans Poem by Cigar Aficionado

They call out in fun playing as children
happy drunks some unhappy.
Falling into each other staggering from
sloshing minds that bath in foam.
I cannot remember hardly any thing now
the streets consume me from the inside
out I would like to be safe.
Make me a sweet movie with music a
fresh warm muffin as a child
I long for.
Your beer cans travel with me to become
some thing else.
Taking on a fresh new life all on thier own