My grolsch vitriol

Snap fshhh goes another can
as bur­ble ngh­hhh goes his brain
He is late, lit­er­ally,
and yes, lit­er­ally.
And yet lit­er­ate
enough to read reports
of Impor­tant Things
that make More Sense
with a sea­son­ing
of Lager.

Words are com­posed
on the tip of email’s tongue
Yet not sent
Because what is done
can­not be ctrl — Z

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