In Heaven There Is No Beer, That’s Why We Drink It Here Poem by Joe Rosochacki

In Heaven There Is No Beer, That’s Why We Drink It Here

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In Heaven there is no beer
That's why we drink it here
And When we're gone from here
All our friends will be drinking all our beer
In Heaven there is no beer
Let's stay and Drink it here
And When our friends aren't here
We will be drinking all their beer

I have been at a number of palaces worldwide,
From Fontainbleu to Versailles,
From the Dodge Mansion at Meadowbrook
to the Grosse Pointe Ford Estate,
From gilded aged homes in Newport in Rhode Island state.
Which were on Bellevue,
which if you by chance go there, you shouldn’t miss you go through,
I even had been through the Doge Palace in Venice.
But the domicile that was on the web today is quite unique.
For it was covered with flattened empty cans of beer;
Somewhere in Texas here,
Houston as a matter of fact.
John Malkovich, ugh-, Milkosovich;
finished his castle with outdoor décor.
More than 50,000 cans of beer or more,
He did recycle in more ways than one,
After it was done,
He must have figured that the beer cans would make cheap siding,

But $400,000 and 7 years after it was sold,
The public can go through it, barring the use of metal detectors,
Alcohol will be not consumed on its premises,
They would ask for donations as you exit,
No Deposit, No Return policy would be in effect.

(3-8-2008)

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Hamtramck, Michigan
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