Every man's Dream

Every Man's Dream

Theres a time when im every man'sn dreams,

fresh, chilled, beautiful, and clean.

Im wanted by so many,

but only one can pay the price.

When im in his hands,

his face fills with delight.

I move into his home,

tonight will be our special night.

He sits me on his pedestal,

on me the light shines so bright.

Again its football season,

he screams and he cheers,

 to distracted by the tv,

in the heat of the light i drip tears.

Its half time now,

im no longer fresh,chilled,beautiful, and clean,

he reaches for me,

with disappointment he screams.

My feeling are poured out,

an unloved, unwanted taste.

My once fresh, chilled, beautiful and clean body,

is crushed and thrown to waste.

Theres a time when im every man's dream,

fresh, chilled, beautilful, and clean.

 

beer can

 

 

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