My Head Is a Pot of Beer
My head is a pot of beer
it is unstable when filled up
by it overflowing beer pours
a hole for alcohol entry it has
when it boils, I fight, insult
in anger it leads me to disorder
when weak, orders me to sleep
I hate loving the pot of beer!
but, what can I do after all?
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