Drinking
bar-hopping
insects crawl all over my
thirsty flesh.
I drink beer, a dying
soldier, gasping
for life
beer seeps into my
heart, near bursting.
everybody thinking himself
special, or his time or
his god.
beer rains on my throat,
so I can decide.
my hands connect me to the tap
as I become a god through self-
reduction.
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