I have nice a friend called fear...
he softly whispers in my ear

he gets me up
he makes me run
he remind me the work is never done

he makes me brush
he keeps me clean
he keeps my conscience crisp and keen

he makes me study
he makes me train
he hates to see me fall behind again

he makes me dress
he makes me care
he makes me look at the mirror and stare

he makes me move
he makes me try
he usually tells me not to cry

he makes me do what i dread
he makes me do my messy bed

he makes me work
he makes me strive
he keeps the guilt in my heart alive

he makes me cautious
he makes me bold
he makes me fear growing old

he keeps me balanced on the brink
he hits me hard like a brick

he's like a bond
he makes me bold
even in my dreams
he makes me think I'm getting bombed

he makes me scared
he makes me hate

but almost always
this friend is near
he makes me run to the bathroom
when i drink too much beer

he makes me fear what i can't see
he makes me wanna ***...

I try to show 'em how it's done, no one's there to hold my beer
I wonder why I really care
I know it's never gonna matter
I would bet money I don't have on the fact it'll never get better
So I never concern myself with later
After the first couple pages flipped through a calendar
You'll never find me there
Most I know will cheer
Saying, "I told you so dear"
Now everyone's a future seer
Go figure

©2024

May the Angels get their share,
And the Devils get their due,
and what's left in the barrel is made for me and you.
God bless the Brewers too.

Budweiser is nice
With a lot of ice
As long as it's cold
As ice it'll be super nice

So just one pint of
Budweiser won't do
I'll definitely sit for a few

A sip of bliss the day’s just begun
Budweiser is my number one and
It cools my body and enlivens my soul

And live life to the fullest wild
And free so come on and drink a few pints of
Budweiser with me.

May the devils have their due, and the angels get their share. Long live the home brewer of meads and brews and other godly delights that came from the yeast.
Here, here, to the dreamers that made the flavors of barley, hops, and malts.
Here, here, to the honey the fruits and maples that make the mead so sweet.
So raise your glass and tip your steines to the brewers that made life a lot more easier to shine.
Ziggy, zoggy, ziggy, zoggy, oy, oy, oy.