Let Them Eat Beer


By Teddy Hempstead

Who is this man behind the bar
depriving me of sub-price tipples?
Goon! I’ve loved crueler men than you.
Cad! All I wanted was your love and brews.
How I love the idea of your crisp
chilled
biting
brews.
How I love the idea of you
sexual energy, pump, gas!
Divine love in the sofa water.
I feel so stupid to love you so much,
gorgeous beer.
Slip into something shiny and meet me outside.
Press yourself close to me.
I worry I will die this year.

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