A collection of fine poems written by:
Every Friday I feel bright yellow-
excited and alive,
energetic and carefree,
with all my friends,
we enjoy the beer.
But then come Sunday I feel another side of me,
Blue
sad and dead-like,
angry and hateful,
starting to realize why I hate Sundays,
because I cannot drink,
because of school the next day.
When I drink a cold beer I feel red-
making me happy on a hot day,
like a little boy learning to ride a bike.
On other days when I get a skunked beer I feel gray-
I turn sad because this good beer is now not good,
I am angry because of the waste of beer,
But then I just get up and get another beer.
When I sit here staring, and seeing my biggest fear,
When my fear is ice cold and my heart is lonely,
When I sit here waiting for the bartender to fill my glass,
When I torture myself with thoughts of you,
When it hurts loving something you know cannot be,
When I sit here staring and seeing my biggest fear,
Jesse J. Zerbe
Sundays Are Bad
Two Faces of Beer
Fears
Wishing I could have another beer.
As I sit here I start to yawn,
Damn where has all the beer gone?
I wish there was one left for me only.
Why did this have to happen now?
I think I'm drunk......I hit my head.....Oww!
He better hurry up or I'll kick his ass!
My heart can only take so much,
So why do I sit here and long for its touch?
Why do I feel this and make myself blue?
Loneliness in my heart that just won't go away,
Sometimes I need one to make it through the day.
Hold on......I think I gotta go pee!
Why do I put myself through this every day?
I need a beer to make all the stress go away.
That in this bar there is no beer.
Wonder how much I drank to make it go away,
I left my wallet at home how am I gonna pay?
Often we were alone.
Relaxing after a hard day at work.
Took my first sip.
Yikes!! You were so cold.
Obviously you were made for especially for me.
Under close supervision of the beer gods.
Nicely packaged and shipped to the local store.
Could I enjoy your......
Extremely good taste anymore than I do?
As we sit in the house he snoops around,
looking for something, but what, I have no idea.
I drop my beer and it spills all over.
He is still wondering around the house aimlesly,
carefully manuevering between the chairs.
He finds the puddle of beer on the floor,
and starts to drink as if he never drank before.
Every drop of alcohol inside him makes him more and more unbalenced.
I've never seen him so ungraceful.
He looks up at me with that sad face
and stumbles away.
Running into the chairs he earlier dodged.
Can you believe it?
My dog is drunk!
Nightmares With Beer
So I am sitting here at the bar, noticing that my glass is pretty far
away from the reach of my hand. As I reach for it, it starts to mo
ve further and further away. Puzzled a tear falls from my eye. Slo
wly it runs down my cheek and falls to the floor. Looking around
I see all different types of drinks. But none are as refreshing as y
ou, oh beautiful beer. I start to run faster and it seems as if my be
er is comming closer! But it was a cruel trick. Why are you teasi
ng me beer? I cannot take it anymore. Who is doing this to me?
As I am running I start to see little beer bottles dance around my
head. All of a sudden the floor drops. I am in some sort of liquid
and my boat is a beer bottle. I taste the liquid in which I am floati
ng in. Eureaka! It's beer. I start to drink it when all of a sudden th
e liquid starts to go into this drain. I am swallowedby it. As I flo
w down the drain I awaken from my slumber. Ahh it was only a dream
Bottles of Thoughts
you taste
soo good.
Why do you
cost so much?
I only have
so much money
so I think they
should lower
your price so
that more people
can enjoy your
taste as much
as I do. I seem
to be spending
more time with
you lately then
even my own
family which is
not very good. So I say this
to you oh beautiful beer, we must
now part ways but only for a few months.
I hope you understand that no matter what
I will always come back. Just as long as you
lower your price. I have bills to pay you know?
Kids to feed, wife that needs her shopping needs
fixed... and she comes to my wallet for the money.
So between my wife and my kids, and all my bills I
barely have the money to spend on you anymore. So
please don't hate me, this is just something I must do,
We had a ton of great times, hell we were together when I
met my wife. We were also together through 4 child
births, 6 family deaths, and just because I was feeling
funny all those Friday nights. Remember all those New
Years Parties? What about when I was a teenager and
we used to skip school just to drink. Those were the
days. I remember waking up on Saturdays at like 3:00 pm
and having the biggest hangover of my life, just to take
a shower and start drinking again. It was such great fun.
I'm so sorry it has to end, maybe if we're lucky we'll meet
up next month. Times are really rough, and I hope you
enjoyed all the times we shared together as much as I
cherished them. But I have to go now. Try and be strong
I'm sure you'll find someone else with such a caring home.
The Reason I Wake Up
I like drinking it in the morning.
I like drinking it in the evening.
And when I go to eat lunch,
My friends and I drink a bunch.
We get really loaded,
It makes me feel bloated.
When I don't fall on the floor,
I know I can drink some more!
We start to do keg stands,
and we're not allowed to use oour hands.
When we get the funnels out,
We funnel the beer and start to shout.
By the time the shot glasses are there,
I start to feel like I'm floating through the air!
The music plays and we start to dance,
OH MY GOD! Where are my pants??????
So again when I don't fall to the floor
I know it's time to drink a whole lot more!
So here's my cup, now fill it up!
© 1996 - 2006
Celebrating 10 years!! WOW
This page is a Jesse J. Zerbe Production!
The song in the background is some song from Oktoberfest.