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Re: Beer Poetry

PostPosted: Thursday Feb 20, 2014 4:23 pm
by lob
Bars & Fists

i sit here and wonder
how clouds are formed
how time goes by
why money disappears
behind her bar waitress smile

beer is so good
it deserves the Nobel prize

but someone's fist is in the mix tonight
some guy on the floor
he's f---ing dead

Re: Beer Poetry

PostPosted: Thursday Feb 20, 2014 4:45 pm
by lob
f--- You BUL Beer

there's two types of beer

one
there's beer brewed by Capitalists for silly wankers who can't tie their shoes
two
there is beer brewed by Authentics, who are beer zealots. it's true

one
is in three categories
mass produced pretending to be craft. laughing my f---ing ass. off
imported yet still brewed somewhere else. lots of love. c---s
mass produced and honest. running ads that mock craft. oh so clever

two
in a category of its own. true

Re: Beer Poetry

PostPosted: Tuesday Mar 11, 2014 4:50 pm
by lob
When Beer Spills

when beer spills
everyone looks a dill
evaluates the witnesses
walks towards the TAB
moderately
too fast, tumble
too slow, stall and fall
the Sheila would laugh
can't take the beer
or the piss
have to switch bars, but
exhausted all others

Re: Beer Poetry

PostPosted: Monday Sep 29, 2014 5:45 pm
by lob
The Beer Society

the beer society met for their annual
at the pig and hare
they voted to drink more beer
it was unanimous

Re: Beer Poetry

PostPosted: Thursday Mar 19, 2015 3:42 pm
by lob
Beer For The Bereaved

beer for the bereaved
drink to forget
drink to remember
trying to focus ahead, but
always sinking, into the past
wake at 3am, present
head pounding, vomit pouring

beer for the bereaved
you're gone
I'm gone too, going to the last drop
trying to kill myself in stages
somewhere between pubs and bouncers
and pavement
it'll end, just
not sure where
when

Re: Beer Poetry

PostPosted: Thursday Jun 11, 2015 11:41 pm
by lob
foreign beer

foreign beer
so much better than here
it's from over there
but made here
here, but there
there, but here
it's foreign beer
it's Japan. It's Korea
but not Australian
just made here
so there

Re: Beer Poetry

PostPosted: Monday May 23, 2016 5:31 pm
by lob
slab of beer

slab of beer
got my back
get me drunk
get me outta here

outta my head
over the line
sober | drunk
reality, misery | somewhere. else

slab of beer
24 bottles empty
cupboard's bare
dog is barking
no one here. only fear

Re: Beer Poetry

PostPosted: Monday May 23, 2016 9:21 pm
by Guru
Good to see you back lob.

Re: Beer Poetry

PostPosted: Tuesday Aug 09, 2016 3:22 pm
by lob
wine

f--- you wine
you're not beer
you're not f---
or hops
maybe vinegar

you're snot
snotty fucktards
just red or white
maybe rose
drive big black mercedes
talk a lot
about yourself
and wine

f--- you wine
maybe
maybe a red

Re: Beer Poetry

PostPosted: Wednesday Nov 09, 2016 9:46 am
by lob
we drink beir

we drink beir
makes us feel superior
we drink it in wine glasses called beir glasses
it's spelt b-e-i-r not b-i-e-r
oh we're so superior
the marketing company tells us so
we can only buy in packs of two for fourty-two
that's what you get for quality
it sets us apart
we're better than you

Re: Beer Poetry

PostPosted: Wednesday Dec 21, 2016 1:54 pm
by lob
Locked Out, Sydney 3am

no entry, no service, no beer
you're Mike Baird barred!

greyhounds racing around
racing around the town
Mike Baird!

beer on tap 18/7
Mike Baird!

nothing to drink, not even one (bowl of) punch
Mike Baird!

Re: Beer Poetry

PostPosted: Friday Jan 20, 2017 4:51 pm
by lob
Aldi currently sells "Balmain" Pale Ale, and Canberra appears to have a couple of new "local" (LMFAO) craft beers...in reality all appear to be from some industrial unit in Campbelltown, NSW. A few years ago, I joked about this [Broome Pale Ale], but Like Trump being elected President of the US, the absurd seem to be the new reality...

This isn't even as absurd as the brewed under Licence BS. This is completely fake, non-existent breweries.


Fake Beer

if the beer was real, then, maybe, i’d be prepared to pay
but i know it’s all fake
a facade
wankers running the game
ruining our beer
authenticity means nothing
and the regulators don’t care

take your money and run
tell ya it’s liquid gold
built on history
in realty
a few rich tossers with money to burn
tell ya it’s local, authentic
Balmain, Canberra, Claire Valley…
some industrial Unit, Campbelltown, New South Wales, actually

Re: Beer Poetry

PostPosted: Friday Jan 20, 2017 4:55 pm
by lob
The Pissed Will Inherit The Earth

the pissed will inherit the Earth
the Bible says so
ok, the poor
but the pissed are always poor

Re: Beer Poetry

PostPosted: Friday Jan 20, 2017 5:05 pm
by lob
If I Wasn’t So Drunk

if i wasn’t so drunk
i’d have more time to ponder
how miserable life can be

if I wasn’t so drunk
i’d walk upright
do my back some injury

if i wasn’t so drunk
i’d talk sense
the cops would arrest me on suspicion

if i wasn’t so drunk
the pub would go under
i’d have nowhere else to drink

Re: Beer Poetry

PostPosted: Sunday Dec 31, 2017 3:46 pm
by lob
new year beer

new year beer
is the fireworks near
why are we all still standing here
bare feet
everyone is drunk except me
i'm intoxicated
watching the people communicate in drunken slurs and banter and barely discernible gestures and swear words and eyes that flash and frowns and silly dances and buried pain that they wash down with
more
new year beer

Re: Beer Poetry

PostPosted: Monday Jan 01, 2018 6:53 am
by Guru
happy new year lob

Re: Beer Poetry

PostPosted: Friday Jan 05, 2018 4:41 pm
by lob
girl with a beer

girl with a beer
filling out the guardian crossword
she don't look up, she don't steer
pen in one hand
beer another

everything bland around her
the patrons who
roam 'round, emotions empty
beer to fill, existence with substance
won't sustain
but who cares
get pissed and drift away...

girl with a tat
on her wrist
a star
the pen writes
she smiles, she's figured it out, six down

and the patrons leave
they haven't
but they’re filled, six down too
fueled to forget, somehow move on...

Re: Beer Poetry

PostPosted: Saturday Jan 06, 2018 5:14 pm
by lob
the keg basement

in the basement
where kegs are kept
the roadside shifting light shines in from the corner
concrete walls, inside, spilled in beer
outside walls, late-night piss
and the huntsmen crawl
the beer keg lines form a web
understood by few
barmaids wander up and down
up and down
black dresses and beer kegs
hands changing the feed
8pm, Coopers pale is all-foam
punters can just f--- off
it's busy and no one is free
this glass says beer is off-tap

Re: Beer Poetry

PostPosted: Friday Jan 12, 2018 6:02 pm
by lob
wasting away

wasting away
drinking not eating
spending every thought on you
getting through
somehow, don't know how

wasting
throwing out empty bottles, into the curb
laughing
along with the white-trash
this is what i've come to?

tomorrow's not another day
another excuse
to get drunk
waste away

in the papers overdoses and Trump
in the papers BS, politicians and house prices
i walk to the shops and stop
for traffic
stand still and contemplate that bus...

walk across to the pub instead
drink another

Re: Beer Poetry

PostPosted: Friday Jan 12, 2018 6:25 pm
by lob
shots

shots, shots, shots
sober(ish), pissed, totally f---ed

shots, shots, shots
one minute we're talking, next room is spinning, then i'm passed out...on your bed

shots, shots, shots
i shouldn't, ok another, vomit in toilet

shots, shots, shots
i don't know why
after all this time
i still think of you