Warsteiner Rant

   First thing I notice:this stuff smells like a skunk."Quality from Germanyyou deserve."Ah, Germansand their ways…This is what they think I deserve...
I'd hate to see what they'd think
if they didn't like me.Oh if I could getquietly plasteredin the comfort of my homeand think dirty thoughts.But I am bound
to rules and stipulations,an arrogant bastard.I want comfort,but wait:I have dealt with comfort,with comfort, love, and safety.Oh! Bloody safety!I could cry from such inaety!I want life!"Where in life is life?"I scream.Lifewas riding the bus.Now I have a car.Life was sweetbreads.I had license to create.Now I cannot evencook at home.I am festering inside;half a manwith half my ambition.So I drink.Madly, I want to roast chickenand dream of sex.Instead there is TV and the net:house arrest,desperate again.
Depression, another swig.This calms my nervesuntil I’m in bed.
Drunk, drink, drown.Maybe a pill or twojust to deal.Still I’m onlya quarter way through.And there isno sign of things improving.Eventually I’ll sleep;but that's not comingsoon enough.Ooh, heavy eyelids,dreams,drink,four more in the fridge.I’ve an empty house now.What to do,what to dowith it?Big dreams,little dreams.Somewhere in between dreams.Think?
No, I therefore I am not.
No longer here.Arrested,handcuffed,bound,gagged,hostage!My liver needs more abuse,
so I skull a handful of pain meds
wondering if I'll bleed the bastard
for all the times I tasted
my own yellow bile.From skunk to dill:quite a change.Heavy eyelids: crazy!I want a break,adulthood?Good moments and bad,but the personal freedom part?A load of crap,no such thing:pack it in.I amweary.