Beer
I'm starting to get it now
1 critique said
It does not have to rhyme
And it doesn't
It just has to have a point
Or direction
Much like life
Here today forgotten tomorrow
But never borrowed
Or death by a 1000 cuts
And funeral dust
Thrown on a coffin
Will seal my fate
And set my pen
On copied plate
And what shall come
Of what I've written
Shall disappear
Like drunk upon this foreign Beer
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2017
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