Flat Beer


Flat Beer

The paradox in the public bar
Where the self proclaimed connoisseurs of the pint
Who delight in imparting their superior knowledge for creating the perfect beverage
Down to the details in the shape of the glass
Now sit dispassionately unaware of the flattening heads lined up along the bar
As the gas escapes, their eyes fixed to the corner of the room
Deflected from their assured rectitude
By multi-millionaires in short trousers running around a green screen
Two blows of a whistle reminds them to both forget and remember their standards
As they readily down their flat beer at half time
Insisting again the next be poured to their particular specification
Only to repeat the absurdity in another forty five minutes

©Copyrighted by Colin Ryan (2014)


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