🍻🍻🍺🍻 beer

sirlocowicked AKA Bubba

Beer 🍺 how many of us drink it 

Beer THOSE brands we can depend on

Beer what's your favorite beer

Beer before we go any further let's drink some beer 

 

Beer 🍺 is something we drink everyday

Some drink only one,some drink all day

Now you can ask anyone their meaning of beer

But not even the dictionary can explain beer

And if you ask me I couldn't be much help

Because drinking and judging you should do by yourself

If you drink and drive and act the fool

No matter what people say you think you're cool 😎

When we drink beer we think we funny

The residual effects cost so much money πŸ’ΈπŸ’ΈπŸ’Έ

Some grew up with beer in life everyday

Some are the in same rut to this very day

Homeboys through the summer winter πŸ₯Ά spring and fall

If you needed beer 🍺 just make that call

As the beers went down again and again

It was Budweiser Coors and shots once again

You say that you and your beer were so tight,

Until you got plastered and got into a fight.

 

You say you only had a beer or two

But in reality you can't remember what you do.

You wrecked you marriage and your car,

All shortly after leaving the local bar.

You took that beer 🍻 in your hand,

After a few you couldn't stand.

You couldn't be trusted with your keys,

Even with your loved ones on their knees.

You wonder how long you've been drinking beer 🍻,

As far as you remember from the Early years.

I love alcohol liquor and Frito pie

When I'm drinking I'm also full of lies.

And you were really stingy with the beer 🍻 that you had,

Looking back at it it's really really sad 

But nevertheless we'll continue to drink,

Maybe after reading this you might fuckin think.

 

Johnny p Chavez

Bubba

11/17/21

 

  • Author: Bubblicious (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 30th, 2022 00:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem I got the rhyme and beat from a1980 song called "friends by whodini
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  • L. B. Mek

    yeah, 'alcohol'
    one of the world's
    most devastatingly, addictive
    chemicals
    available for purchase, with a
    'valid' ID card
    anywhere and everywhere
    yet, we outlaw cigarettes..
    (but you see, dear Poet
    that's why
    depending on society, to guide us
    is like
    abstaining from sex
    to find, righteousness:
    often, one
    doesn't necessarily, effect
    the other..;
    so the solution, must come
    from within
    Temperance, is the answer
    we must strive for)
    to 'know thy self'
    while humbly, accepting
    that 'we know nothing, at all'
    as
    in that conflicting
    duality
    exists, our glimpsed
    Clarity...!
    (we must, learn
    our own, individual limitations
    and search for solutions
    for our perfectly fallible
    natural, Failings..
    and in that
    we empower ourselves
    to make the best of our lives:
    see, while
    we may have hay fever
    we can learn to not smell, flowers
    yet, that still doesn't prevent us
    form looking upon
    and appreciating
    their delicate, nature's Beauty..
    ergo
    if we suspect, we may have a weakness
    to addictive things, then
    we must learn, to not
    create trappings, that will hinder
    our freedom
    refrain, from activities
    that can easily become, addictive
    like
    playing computer games, too much
    or drinking, alcohol
    just because, everyone else is)
    and on...
    No
    we can't change the world
    or force it, to be curated
    so that our life's can become easier to navigate
    instead
    we can curate, ourselves
    to insure, we can survive
    whatever
    the world has to throw at us!
    and in that, Truth
    exists
    the True cure, to addiction's
    plague upon Humanity..
    (but who do we have
    to teach this to us, before
    it's, Too late...
    this be the curse of Fate
    and limitations, to intellect
    see
    no one, Fckin cares
    untill, it's Too
    Fckin late..!!!)

    • sirlocowicked AKA Bubba

      Is this a poem also this comment I'm referring to?

      • L. B. Mek

        no sir, forgive me
        i get carried away
        my conceited, ego
        makes me assume
        I'm free to, Rudely
        rant and rave
        upon other peoples works
        and call it, a comment..
        I'm sorry
        please feel free to delete
        my comment
        and I'll be sure to refrain
        in the future
        I meant no disrespect
        I just get carried away
        time n again
        being the fool I am..
        such is life..
        forgive me, dear Poet
        lol

        • sirlocowicked AKA Bubba

          Your good dear friend



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