A pitcher of poison beer
Is all I need to disturb my clear
Vision, spill my cup and make me crash
Blazingly, face-first into the trash
That’s full of rice. Nothing’s fair
And nothing’s nice, but if you care
About chivalry, you’re probably sexist
Or old fashioned like fighting leftists
In the Cold War. All I want is a Blue Boar
Not a bullfight or a downed flight.
I’ll drink anything that’s not Lite.
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