Brewski Poem by s./j. goldner

Brewski

Rating: 3.2


holy crap! the air in here is affecting my brain.
holy crap! get this girl a cold brew—
fast!

I can’t think I can’t write I can’t dress
I can’t work I can’t draw I can’t kiss

It’s too friggin' hot
Get this girl a brew shot!

Ahh, let your aspirations inflame
While you sit back and sip a barley pop.
Can you taste it on your lips?
I can’t even wait—to the distributor I race!

Yes, coors light just in stock for me!
Load it up in the back of the mini
Coming back to unload the prize piece—
Can’t hardly wait to unbridle my beer treat.

Up on the third floor in my apartment bedroom
I break one out—flip the tap AND
Aw shucks, man, the beer is flat.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Uriah Hamilton 30 May 2006

I'm straight Iced Tea but this poem makes me smile! ! !

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Danny Reynolds 31 May 2006

Goldy. You must set up a Kanban system, so you never run out. Walk steadily in transit to preserve the precious bubbles. Heed my advice, I know these things. Danny

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James Niles 09 September 2007

That's why I make my own.

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Chris Mendros 13 March 2007

Tee-hee. Been there, etc. But how can you tell if Coors Lite is flat?

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Melvina Germain 26 August 2006

Another excellent poem, I will be back for more-----Melvina

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Anna Russell 12 June 2006

Oh man, I know this feeling (Stella Artois instead of Coors light for me though) . The worst thing is when it goes warm. Great write Sus. Hugs Anna xxx

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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (i hate when THAT happens) Jake

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