Every day was hard for Simon
At least he could reward himself with a beer after work
Sitting on his bar stool he raised his glass to no one
I drink in your honor he thought
Everything began to fit into perspective
Relaxing as put back down the glass and left the bar
Basking in the afterglow of the alcohol’s afterglow
Observing how the light plays among the amber waves
Understanding the time and craftsmanship put in the bottle
Relishing in the transformation of those simple ingredients
But I digress, what did you want to drink tonight?
Only a light beer?
Now you must leave you heathen!
Saint Patrick’s day has passed
But it’s effects will continue to last
The green beer did run
Gave many some fun
Until into the toilet they cast
Tearing his shirt, Donald looked on with disbelief
His beloved Chicago Cubs had just given up a three run lead in the eighth inning
Reason fled and the fear of the curse gripped him hard
Instead of a celebratory beer, the bitter taste of hops overwhelmed
Looking away from the game, Donald wondered how much he could take
Leaving the television on, he went to the bathroom
Every beat of his heart echoed in his ears, but the anxiety began to relent a bit
Ready once again he headed in to see history being made, one way or another.
Ben stared at his empty glass and sighed
Even though he wanted another, he resisted the urge
Entire eternities passed as he watched the final few leftover foam bubbles pop
Resolve evaporated with that last bubble, and Ben called for another