50 cents a beer sounded like something I read
from a Hunter S. Thompson novel,
so with an anticipatory air about me,
I walked into the dive, only to be
disappointed once again, not only from the
pretentious college crowd, but also
because of the tragic contents of my beverage.
What could one expect for two quarters
but a cup about half the size of my hand and
a couple of dribbles from a keg of Natural Ice?
Copyright © 2008 Manny Francis III
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem