Life Measured by Beer

The first sip, being birth is always pleasant, but then

as you continue this lifelong beer

things occur to you (or should)

about the injustices of the world

but you continue your beer, because, well, beer.

Now you have two glaringly apparent choices:

Get sloshed drunk and forget everything

that is apparent to you, or

continue to drink because it numbs the pain

and fight back.

Take another drink; always take another drink.

Before you know it, you will be old.

The beer you have been drinking has gotten old too.

It’s as if there is some algorithm out there to keep us down.

(there is)

I’m about 8 million beers down (and clearly prone to exaggeration)

I am measuring my life by beers, shots (of Jim Beam) and pussy.

It’s a different kind of standard than most can understand,

but in my defense, I fight against totalitarianism and

my fight frees you also. Have a beer. Tell the bartender it's on me.