When beer starts to ask you question
Call me
I will be your tutor
Coz I have lived talking with all types of beers
Not because of how broken am
Nor how flossy am
But how I like to keep my circle
Circumference
Small
But when questions comes; call me😂😂
I will be on one way call

There they are
Drinking their sorrows
Some taking beers
They can't bear
Calling themselves single
Behind them lies flawless breakups
Afraid to be in love
Torn to  halves
Hope in heaven they won't be single
I hate carrying drunken masters home

I don't like short poems
I read one yesterday
My taste for short poems changed
No more lies
Tastes more sugarly
Than the tall ketchup
Have read first stanza
But my psych betrays me
Needs more of it

she loved me
for being me
she loved my beard
things now are bad

There is that smile that keeps you on check
You try to drink the fourth glass of b/w
Her smile comes in mind
The bottle starts to talk with you
******* the goat
The goat smiles like her
You end up loosing the soup
There you are thinking of how hard it is
Her smile consoles you 🥰🥰
Thats my grannys smile

I had a friend one time in my life
One whom world seemed like a small village
We being the owner
We used to swim every river that we saw flowing
Deep to shallow ones
Imitating monkeys;jumping one tree to another
Bad thing I was bolder than him
He loved them petite
I didn't have appetite for them petite