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Jared Dec 2011
Beer is my true friend:
Always there when I need her.

Tough day? Let me comfort you, brother.
Have you missed your lover? Have you missed the others?
Do you lament the nature of your body?
Of your soul?
Do you eulogize the notion
That you had any idea of them in the first place?


But you rejoice, and I know it.
You love the loneliness, and you are glad that it’s yours.
Bring it to me. Bring me your neutrality,
Your distaste. Bring me your melancholy,
And I will fix it. I will make you passionate.
I will make you a gentle angry. I will make you beautiful.
Buy me, beer, friend, and you will see.
All mediocrity disappears before me.


I love you sweet beer, more than sweet love,
Because you are fresh and new every time,
Never jaded, only slightly bitter,
And justly flowing to my soul.
So let me dance on this sweet Oahu night
With you in my hand.
I need no woman.
You are my muse and my lover.
You are there when I need you,
Don't care if I stupidly mistreat you,
Don’t care if I leave you.
I love you,
Sweet beer.

— The End —