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The Last Beer I Curse (Mock Version / Filler)
The Last Beer I curse shall not be the last,
From my hefty glass in any open place!
Who really cares when the flower fades dry,
Or bother to notice how the sky is made wide?!
More to the laughter, between the beer and the water...
More in the pants, through all the gossips and rants...
From the greasy handle to the noisy tavern,
From the creamy dessert to her hidden stable,
Bring on the darkness when the days fly by,
In my rolling pace on the wet freeways.
I put off Time to forget the Promise
I made with my ex, in the Last Beer I curse!
From my hefty glass in any open place!
Who really cares when the flower fades dry,
Or bother to notice how the sky is made wide?!
More to the laughter, between the beer and the water...
More in the pants, through all the gossips and rants...
From the greasy handle to the noisy tavern,
From the creamy dessert to her hidden stable,
Bring on the darkness when the days fly by,
In my rolling pace on the wet freeways.
I put off Time to forget the Promise
I made with my ex, in the Last Beer I curse!
Published 7th Nov 2014
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Again I'm days behind on my dumb explanations to things! So for these two postings I felt fitting to include, I was a little wasted on a combination of red wine and strong beer when I was posting on the site before these postings (I'm not sure what was in me to post poems about Oscar Wilde and homosexuality under the tea-biscuit rule of Queen Victoria and her haemophilic web of descendency among the pre-war continents, but luckily I didn't screw up too bad on my comments to other people's works - because if you're drunk and listening all night to endless tracks of super-produced echoey music by people you've never heard of before, you tend to think every poem you read is the frickin awesomest thing ever - which it should be, in the regards of the grand thrusting interconnected momentum of the Now! - but you know what I'm saying!)
Anyway, back in the drunken student day I wrote the previous posting, "The Last Wine I Sip", and days later, I got rather stupidly beer drunk, and, expectedly, this version came out. But again, as I had vigorously reworked the Last Wine poem (see comments on the previous poem), I sort of was forced to rework a bit of this one too.
The original version was this:
The last beer I curse, must not be the last,
Drunken from a hefty glass in a public place.
Who really cares when the flower will die,
Or bother to notice how the sky will hide?
More to the laughter, between beer and water,
More in the pants, through secrets and rants.
From the handle to the tavern,
From the dessert, to her stable.
Bring on the darkness when the days fly by,
In a rolling space on the wet freeway.
I put off Time to forget the promise
I made with my first, in the last beer I curse.
Out with the damned revisions! Keep things as they are! That is the Ideal I strive for, but always wander far from! To think of all those wars and all those young men and women who gave their lives to the trenches, dying for my freedom to waste all of these unnaturally harvested electrons by posting only so-so images of word for the few eyes of the tired desiring masses - utter travesty I tell you, hopefully in the end the worthy pieces will outnumber the dumbass stuff, I'll delete half these poems and only a firm convincing flow of immaterial Message will remain! But not for the time being, the next postings I have planned are going to be quite far off the mark, I warn ye now!
Anyway, back in the drunken student day I wrote the previous posting, "The Last Wine I Sip", and days later, I got rather stupidly beer drunk, and, expectedly, this version came out. But again, as I had vigorously reworked the Last Wine poem (see comments on the previous poem), I sort of was forced to rework a bit of this one too.
The original version was this:
The last beer I curse, must not be the last,
Drunken from a hefty glass in a public place.
Who really cares when the flower will die,
Or bother to notice how the sky will hide?
More to the laughter, between beer and water,
More in the pants, through secrets and rants.
From the handle to the tavern,
From the dessert, to her stable.
Bring on the darkness when the days fly by,
In a rolling space on the wet freeway.
I put off Time to forget the promise
I made with my first, in the last beer I curse.
Out with the damned revisions! Keep things as they are! That is the Ideal I strive for, but always wander far from! To think of all those wars and all those young men and women who gave their lives to the trenches, dying for my freedom to waste all of these unnaturally harvested electrons by posting only so-so images of word for the few eyes of the tired desiring masses - utter travesty I tell you, hopefully in the end the worthy pieces will outnumber the dumbass stuff, I'll delete half these poems and only a firm convincing flow of immaterial Message will remain! But not for the time being, the next postings I have planned are going to be quite far off the mark, I warn ye now!
