drinking poems

Drink | Navaster Twistree

Time spent and money wasted
On shallow friends and beer a tasted
I can get home by any means
But I’ll never get back my life and dreams

Concoction | Edgar Law

Old Madame Mystery
makes another concoction
bubbling brew
not unlike a pale ale.
The last bottle turned
a herd of sailors into
swine.
What will this one do
once we’ve gulped it?

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