One More

barley, malt, hops, and rice
with water combined
--such a wonderful vice
to my palate so kind.
on a hot summer eve
or a day so drab
I roll up my sleeve
and an iced one grab
(my world around
me is a mighty mess;
another more round
won't hurt I, guess)
it provides the will to live
or brings grateful pause
the pleasure it doth give
from the strife it can cause
the cold seductress,
she lulls me near
becomes my buttress
tíll have no fear
then I sense the shame
early the next morn
as I fail the name
and avoid those eyes forlorn
oh, the paradox of beer
shakes me to the core
so tempting, yet dear
I think I'll have one more


boulder
18.03.98