Flies and Recycled Beer
Among beer drinkers young and old
it’s said beer drinks best when cold.
Once the human body’s chemistry
converts it metabolically,
it’s followed by an urgent need
to rid itself of it with speed.
And whether standing or sitting
(which ever’s more fitting)
it may still appear like beer
only now it’s warm, less clear.
Yet, to consider it drinkable
would be grossly unthinkable.
Not so flies who consider it a rival
just as good as the original.
Though the guy who flushes it
as soon as he releases it
denies every fly the privilege
of evaluating its unique “vintage”
before it can sample even a sip
as proof of its connoisseurship.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2024
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