Written By: D. Collins 5/7/25
Mr. President, you have a bitcoin run by your family.
Wouldn’t that be the definition of selling prestige?
You went at Hunter Biden claiming that’s what he did.
But you’re putting dollars in the pockets of all your kids?
You want Canada and Greenland to be your accomplishment.
Yet, rundown and deport those not of Caucasian descent.
The World has color which shines so beautifully bright.
That means this country will never again be Lilly White.
Mr. President, are you there? Are you hearing me out?
This ain’t about red states down in the Dirty South.
I step to you because of my bewilderment.
As to why I pay more for drinking Heineken.
I open the fridge, and what do I see here?
Why did you buy another case of beer?
You already have Bud, Coors, Miller, and Heineken.
Now added to the list are some bottles of Molson.
Our refrigerator doesn't seem to have room to spare.
Do you mind if I take some to wash my hair?
Diet Pepsi
Diet Coke
Diet Sprite
Irish Creme
Pina Colada
Heineken Lite
Do you
want to
lose weight
Or your
drink to
taste great
Manic depressive
3 cups of coffee to keep me awake, astray the train of my thoughts.... Far away, have it your way.
Blue the state of my emotions, like a blue baby please medicate me into a state of meditation.
2 packs of Marlboro to ease the pain, refrain from shame and maybe yes today l feel less insane, though the voices in my head mute, their echoes still vibrate.
1 Heineken into the twilight, l feel so alive, nostalgia as the Phill Collins record spins over and over again like the euphoric state l am in right now, the manifestation of trance music and the mellifluous touch of ecstacy, this is paradise... Nimbus please take me home.
One too many pills, moist the state of my heart, cloudy yawn as lethargy takes over my body, slowly drowsing my stamina...
Dreamland, the irksome journey begins again.
My heart is telling me, go, go, go
Mind is saying no, no, no…
You don’t know if she loves him
How she feels when she’s with him
Would you risk breaking your heart….
Another Heineken the barman asked
My heart is saying it's time to show
This could be the dream girl you want to know…
Don’t bother with the mind…
Everything will be just fine…just walk across and talk to her
So I turned around and walked across...
Said hello, my name is Ross...
Are you the anchor from Cable news...
She smiled and said you must be confused
And as we talked I knew it right away... love favors the wise and brave
Then I heard a voice talking from behind
My heart closed up and there was mind
Thank God they were old High School friends
We fell in love before the night had end
I felt my mind say, oh my, how lucky me
Taking a chance on what heart believed...
Hominy
Two Sainted today
Both living but I don’t know the rules
It appears the world has gathered in Rome
I am frozen in time
In a smoking room at Schiphol
The realisation of an out of date passport
11pm last night
it, see what happens
By the grace of something
We get to Amsterdam
Throw the passport in a bin on the way
Tell the gel covered head at the desk it’s lost
Booking code on a dead phone I cannot charge
He mumbles something about hours
Then the word Embassy
I see a familiar name and walk in
Heineken, but it’ll have to do
Never thought my first drink in nine months would be a Heineken
In a miniature Dutch smoking room
Watching a Hominy
In my house
intoxicating liquid
lies unlocked
in a closet.
Subject to the anti-drug
campaign since birth,
I never thought
to try it.
Why? Fear
of addiction,
or of drunkenness?
Both are reversible,
and I am young.
The type
evolves with dad:
First, red Burgundy wine
then a Christmas Heineken
a coworker’s Bahamas rum
a local Bombay Sapphire
Moutai from my uncle.
(Drink intensity
seems to increase
with his anger
Though he's never
lost.)
Another week, another bottle
he consumes
with accelerating ferocity.
Either he is losing discipline
or planned this all along
making more
of time remaining.
Surely I’ve inherited
generously lenient genes
and could drink his path,
But if I start
I risk regretting seventeen
years of abstinence.
St. Patty’s Day
This past St. Patty’s Day where I work
Everyone took part in drinking some green Irish Cheer
What we had was some green Heineken Beer
As you can see by my avatar picture
I downloaded a four leaf clover and a green glass of
Green Irish Cheer.
Written: 5/30/15
Theresa Marie
5:30 AM on a Monday
It doesn’t get much worse than this
Up all night partying for what I don’t know
Everyone is gone now I am alone with my beer
Inebriated and toxic I am a danger zone.
Dogs are sleeping and wife as gone long ago.
Just me and this computer and some lonely souls.
I have taken Ambien and lorizapam and nothing puts me down
It will probably take a sun to rise
To wipe the tears from my eyes.
I can hear The Stones singing
“Goodbye Ruby Tuesday”
From another room
But it’s only Monday.
I light another smoke and watch the bellowed rings
Cancer spelled with an O.
Take another sip of Heineken waiting for the buzz to start
Oh Jesus is this what a life if for? Help me find the top.
Once I reach the pinnacle then maybe I can stop.
Her homeless young lady with three little poochies
Sitting aside the light's post, charging her cell phone
All alone as day's twilight fades greeting another night
In this city half a million lives; watching buses unloading
Their final passengers; while tramps hurry to catch Friday's
Movie amid her park drinking a six pack of Heineken in cans
With his Narco to kill the pain ? Not that I am into downers but
This poverty and her silver spoon sings about their glory as grace ?
Spoon fed these tiny few; spawned a litter from tearfuls crimson crew.
Heineken
crystal head vodka
MD 20/20
im pretty tipsy
I'm pretty drunk
I'm happy
I'm sad
I'm happy
Watchin Xmas movies.
This is the worst poem ever.
but then again I'm pretty drunk
You blaze so brightly, I’m afraid
It’s been dark here for so long
If I stray too far I’ll lose the light
If I stand too close I’ll be consumed
but I need the fire, it brings me to life.
Your worry vibrates through your smile
and I wonder why I’m here again,
we linger in our favorite place a while
drinking cheap Chianti and Heineken
I’ll lose the light if I stray too far.
We talk about our days and nights
(Does she taste me when you kiss her?)
I sip my wine and pick my fights
As our worlds begin to blur
I’m too close and beginning to burn.
All the fun’s been had, I’ll never understand
what you still want from me,
Yet I wait shamefully for your command
filled equally with desire and misery
You blaze so brightly I’m helplessly drawn.
I’ve read that love is not enough
but reality and Serif font can never measure up.
You tell me that I think too much
my heart demands that my mind shut up.
because I need your fire to bring me to life.
A tiny spark that smolders still,
quiet glow of a former crackling glory
its embers flicker with every wind
that can gently flame or roughly snuff.
I’m sorry to leave like this but I’ve just realized
it’s been dark here long enough.
A shot of jack would do me just fine,
with an ice cold Heineken, sublime
and for all of my little senoritas,
an endless fountain of margaritas.
It's gonna get hot tonight.
Yeah it's gonna get hot tonight.
A full moon is shining bright,
and I can tell by the size of the stars in your eyes,
it's gonna get hot tonight.
Put your hair up just right
and wear your dress way too tight.
Let's hit The Pub and paint the town
and while we're at it let's mess around
a better time at The Pub will never be found
cause it's gonna get hot tonight.
The smell of Heineken is in the air
where is it at... tell me where!
I love the taste for some reason
I love the way it goes down so smooth
I love the way hardly no one I know feels the same
I guess its an acquired taste, I hand out no blame
I know of a man
The finest man from the Southern land
That man is my dad
He is just a small town Southern man
As strong as a bull and as old as a mountain,
He wouldn’t harm a flea and is as wise as can be
He’s as smart as a whip,
You can’t teach an old dog new tricks
He rather be working at home or at the family farm,
Instead he works on washers and dryers every day
He drinks Heineken from some German town
Cause he truly is just a small town Southern man
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