After a Few Beers
.
After a few beers.
His words gush out
like water furiously spraying
from a punctured garden hose
on a blistering, hot day.
He just loves to talk.
And his worst fears
immediately vanish
like beer poured into
a swimming pool
beneath a noonday sun.
After a few beers.
.
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