автор: DianaStefanova

Words and colors fail to capture
endless flood of tears;
heart bereft in tragic rapture:
someone drank my beer…

Getting to the root of evil,
dark suspicions plummet.
Who the monster medieval?
Where’s Justice, damn it!

How the eyes of God avoided
such malicious damage?
Robbed of beverage and joyless,
how am I to manage?

Life is stripped of juice and purpose;
Judgment Day is near;
hope is never to resurface,
not without my beer…

May whoever took it bear
pain in measure equal -
fluids will be shed, I swear -
Vengeance, called the sequel!