you wait for your prizes
as they glitter and sparkle
my prizes sparkled
for the briefest
of moments
as i popped
the top
on my stubbie
you wear your prizes
proudly presented; pretty
i felt mine
make its way to my stomach
now its
just another misty memory
at the start
of another
alcohol fogged day
your prizes are cherished
they help you
feel fulfilled
mine are imbibed
with a wanton glutinous intent
just another soggy segue
of another
alcohol fogged day
it's always beer o clock somewhere
a pre-midday hop fueled lager frenzy
never hurt anyone
just another flophouse cop out
along a bleary meandering way
of another
alcohol fogged day
start drinking early
drink the hours away
embrace the quagmire
of another
alcohol fogged day
About the Creator
Bren
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