20th Founder's Day -  Ponzi Roast

Yon Thirsty souls on the Beer Club rolls, come heed my beckoned call.

And you members new, learn what we do, as I endeavor to enthrall.

You bought your keg for an arm and a leg, the cost being ever so high,
And alas, alas, someone conned your ass, and you felt compelled to buy.

So now you’re stuck, down in the muck, on the very most bottom rung.
Tiz the silent scream, of the Ponzi Scheme, no beer upon your tongue.

And you dare not dip, not even the tip, of your tongue to take a sip,
Of the flagon that you carry, nor shall you tarry, an’ you bere' not spill a drip.

Fetch an’ deliver, a continuous river, to slake the thirst of your upper others.
While you consent, though you do resent, waiting on those thirsty mothers.

But your turn will come, oh Ponzi scum, when others will bring your beer.
Nonetheless, you’ll serve, before you deserve, to be waited on so dear.
                                                                    
Precious is the Ponzi of Liquid Amber Bronzy, that flows as pure as honey.
We have comedy, friendship n’ camaraderie, It’s so much more then money

Ohhh, the Ponzi vulture is in our culture, that much we know to be true.
You buy a keg or two, to fund our brew, there’ s a price for anything to do.

Would rather twenty grand, pass from your hand, to go play snobby golf?
Or be a phony on a polo pony, and have to saddle up with Boris an’ Rolf?

Here you’ll drink, with men from the brink, and heroes who’ve never let on.
Or legendary Bones, God rest his stones, n’ others who’ve come and gone.

One thing you’ll learn, as you churn and burn, but to us it’s plain to see.
As a newbie dweeb or a rookie plebe, there’s no phonies in the IBC.

It may feel lame, but there is no shame, to be in the back of Beer Club line.
For one day soon, you’ll become attune, and be with those that we align.

We’ve shared a lotta beers in the last twenty years, some of you are new.

We raise glasses, to your dumb asses. You’re the ones that buy our brew.