Staging the Revival:
Beer could be cupped from the barrel, or drained at the banks of Niagara
Empty barrels make for cartoon adventure, does your bank account app makes Foley sounds?
Without an artist, without the brew, the mud, the drip, drip, drippy tap
Horrendous screams in the toy aisle, blank appetites lift frozen pot pies, so listen/lookit
there's kale in great bags, and even the carpet is salted, in Winter.
The better to seize you, my dear.
Who knew the guru's true view, tupping the believers,
He said he never had to pay.
Just forget it. I'm home, alone, with gnu.