Death To The Non
by Vito del Valle
Tastes the same,
Looks the same,
Packaged the same,
But is not the same.
This bubbling golden lager,
is a trickster,
is a deceiver,
a liar.
The heady gifts of heaven,
are gone, denied.
Replaced by stagnant abstinence.
Let the squares drink this
trash water!
The foul liquid will soothe no soul,
never steady a nerve,
never give you the shakes,
never give you a hangover.
What utter garbage!
Smash the bottles to the ground!
Death to the non!
Note: On prompt. My ode to non-alcoholic beer. It's an abomination. Poem #
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