Dead Irish Poet Beer

Rating: 5.0
Back in my bone crushing
poverty ridden days,
I collected cans for nickles;
enough cans meant booze and
smokes for the day.
one morning I came across
an empty can of beer, it said,
Dead Irish Poet Beer.
i thought, how odd is this?
Just then, a car blew by blaring
a Van Morrison song.
I thought, ah yes, but he's alive.
I didn't take the can for the nickle.
I left it to its green garbage
can grave.
Saturday, January 16, 2021
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COMMENTS
Thomas Case 27 January 2021
Thanks
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Maria Mitea 26 January 2021
Great piece of writing, Thomas!
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Unnikrishnan E S 17 January 2021
Oh! This wonderful poem stole my heart. So dearly passionate, poet. Great.5 stars and I am your humble follower. On to my fav
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Kostas Lagos 17 January 2021
Damn! This is perfect!
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