October 29th, 2007

Third Beer.

Been awhile since I’ve posted a poem. What better way then to organically slide into one from my current perch,

By the third beer,
     things slow down.
     Brain gets heavy.
     Joints get loose.
By the sixth beer,
     things pick up.
     God is funny.
     Life is round.
By the ninth beer,
you've spoiled a good thing.

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Further Reading

• Scenes from the Campaign Trail, Vol. II
• Scenes from the Campaign Trail: Vol. I
• First Person Review: The Cave
• Incident at Rockytop Hollow
• First Person Review: War of the Worlds
• False Promise of Van Pussy
• First Person Review: Stay Alive
• Frequently asked questions about poetry
• The Twins McGuffin of Quaintly Forest
• First Person Review: Ultraviolet

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So Sorry

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