Beer Bettered Blues
Knuckles banged, finger cut;
Bolt still bonded with the nut.
Mind shaking, temper rising;
Thoughts leading to a cruel surprising.
Bankruptcy looming, crumbling affairs;
Dreams dropping not by one but in pairs.
Heart broke, soul shattered;
Lost the only relationship that mattered.
Sit? Relax? Sip a cold beer?
Think before acting, the answer is near.
Copyright © Michael Vacek | Year Posted 2017
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