hardly a critique of a beer,
or as they might tell the next young
girl about a shoe fetishism
stemming from Cindarella's glass slipper,
shoes shoes, and more shoes,
          thankfully some practices are
still legal, because what would
the feminists have them do?
cashiers at a supermarket,
dinner ladies in a primary school,
cleaning ladies of office blocks?
      how nature abhors a vacuum,
        because oh a year in this concrete
desert is nothing when it comes
to a concentrated hour in that
bourbon brothel perfumery,
           he'll,  she'll even slop on some
cream to allow herself the comfort,
which is reciprocal, considering
i remember this instance, a date,
with a boarding school teacher,
      who... ahem... aged 20 something
seemed to have hit dry-**** menopause...
which should make **** a deterrent,
somehow not ever phallus becomes
a strict standing corporal ready to march...
more like a madonna-cindarella-jezabel
complex... while all i have to worry
about is fucling my mother
and plucking my eyes out... no biggie...
but **** me, what a bagpipe,
    came the mad Scot with Odysseys
and when the sirens sang their drowning
song... came the mad Scot with the baggie...
if sirens had ovulas made of porcelain
to hell with them, shattered...
               to begin drinking and to rather
be, in good humour...
    na zdrowie! sláinte mhaith...
  me lord me health... to hell with health...
watch the spiral and the dervish Dante
in it...           na humor!
     to humour!
     came the Ukrainian train of legs first,
face hidden in musk...
    ever see a really really pretty girl
walk down these western streets?
    res extensa, after all the niqab can
extend far beyond the freedom claustrophobia
attire... an apartment, a chauffer,
    yoga class... you name it...
       a ******* tiara and a beauty pageant,
not to mention the television screen cage...
at least a *******'s beauty is her mandible
body, unlike those Japanese prim(s),
       those porcelain beauties,
               tiresome of those virgins lying
stiff imitating acting out in reverse
  a necrophilia...
             with a ******* it's a bit like
Roding with a piece of clay...
          mandible... he'll,  teeth missing,
in her late 40s, chubby, whatever...
              *** in good humour,
perhaps sloppy, obviously not tantric,
but then I'm not blue skinned let alone
blue blooded to mind what needs to be filled
in an hour, which makes waiting for
a bus the best VR set of glasses... well,
I'm rich in having invested in memories...
ah, right, the odd beer:
here we have a replacement
    of the famous Belgian pale "ale",
    hoegaarten...
        pszeniczniak
   is it really a cas of too many consonants
    if i told you what a little sparrow told me?
pshe'(k)nee'chñıak.... a canvas of corn
titillated by subtle hints of bananas and cloves...
**** me, what a stunner...
    time for a different beer.