you know what the "secret" ingredient
of newcastle brown ale is?
  a clear bottle
  and some sort of sugar,
namely glucose...

and there's me thinking, perched
on a windowsill, thinking about what
sort of egg-fried rice i'll be goffing
demanding answers to:
(a) what fried vegetables?!
(b) sesame oil or olive oil?!
(c) is maple syrop good enough
to replace runny honey when
crafting a sweet & salty innovation
with soy sauce?!
(d) turmeric?!
(e) cinnamon?!
(f) pickles?!
            
every time i walk with a bottle of beer
i feel like a ******* advert...
   they'd never see an englishman with
that ruby beer that's named hobgoblin
in his hand...
nor a newcastle brown ale,
       also nicknamed dog...
                     drinking these beers
i'm constantly reminded why
budweiser is covertly japanese -
namely the fermentation of rice...
god, to me budweiser, as a beer
has no body,
   just enough to consider it a
charles the 1st,
      or a nichlas the 2nd -
    or louis the 16th -
           budweiser, king of beers my ****...
more like:
   the kind of beer, that the ****
can drink, in-between war saké chasers:
rice wine, rice beer...
             i too "smoke" marijuana:
give me enough *****
and i turn all squinty-buddha-eyed:
not really meditating,
just waiting for someone to ****
me off,
    like an ancient world's coral serpent...
bite my dears, bite,
          let me ******* flesh
in your gobs,
while i taste your flesh in my, awakened
toward a blitzbeißen.