Saturday, 10 January 2015


Mug of cold beer
Golden and bitter
Are you my friend
Or really an enemy

I had despised you
For such long time
But strangely I've
Found an affinity

When with people
And I'm so bored
You give bit respite
Let me remain me

You make horrible
Oily starters ordered
Bearable or I'll puke
Let time pass faster

So I'll be back home
Alone and in peace
Where I never need
Beer's sly company

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