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.
Copyright Michael Robert Triska 2023, A Oktoberfest speech.
Pinagmamasdan ka lamang ng asawa mo Kung papaano mo sayangin ang gabing ito Napakasaya mo habang nilalaklak ang limang pitsel ng beer Habang yung mga kasama mo ay walang pakialam sayo Pinagmamasdan ka lamang ng asawa mo Habang binibigyan ka niya ng perang pantagay mo Huling gabi na to na kasama sila ang paalam mo Huling gabi na sana… Kasi pupunta ka na sa inaasam-asam **** Amerika Minamasdan ka lamang ng asawa mo Kung paano ka sinipa sa mukha ng Arabo Sa laki at bigat ba naman ng sapatos nun Basag tuloy ilong at ngipin mo Pagmamasdan ka lamang ng asawa mo Sa kung ano na ang mangyayari sayo?! Bibitiw ka sa trabaho tapos ano?! Papaopera ang makapal **** mukha?! Ilang operasyon pa ba sa mukha ang dapat mo matikman?! Para pagiging lasingero mo ay matigilan?! Maawa ka naman sa asawa mo Lahat na iniintindi dahil sa pagmamahal sayo!
Tangenang alak na yan!!! Kelan ka ba tatanda?! Huwag mo na sanang hintayin na pagmamasdan ka na lamang namin… sa burol mo!
I went from the "overabundance of life" to a knight of resignation I'm back to cheap pilsners local Genny's, union made Sometimes a Three Heads when I want to get plowed I'm trying to refine myself into a thoughtless identity so I may taste life again, make music again Did I do it all in the grapes of my youth? I guess I need a sommelier for my heart cause all I taste is river rock where there was once native berries and rare spices Sparks that charmed The dazzle of a demon that could cover their faults You dine or drink with thee and you're stuck in the Fae I'm the only one that hasn't stayed
I was woken up by a nightmare. I woke up in the middle of the night when I had fallen asleep and a poem was finished. The silence makes the painting in the air I breathe, feel heavy, feel suffocating. My throat is dry. And on such a thirsty night, a poem ordered an inkbox and a piece of paper, and I ordered a bottle of beer and a cigarette and also a lighter, and night ordered
itself for me.
Indonesia, 29th December 2021 Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho