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If wine be the liquid of the gods then beer is the liquid of the slobs For some Strange reason in every season the poor the rejected and all who lack reason Immerse themselves in suds and bubbles and seem to forget all their troubles Does God drink beer one might well ask while angels and saints go about their tasks Or does He allow Himself to remain tense while men who work retain their sense For men who lay back and enjoy the brew need never know what's universally true The universal truth is that men are insane whenever they drink and become inane Their lives their loves and all those things mixed with beer makes them kings So I drink beer with all the slobs and leave the wine to all the gods. |
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