That Almost Killed My Buzz

[couchgrouch]

That Almost Killed My BuzzGot invited by the Pastorto a Saturday church fairit was near-beer and nerds, splenda n soy hor-douvresbaked by the old organ playerbut there's no such thang as near-beerit either is or it's notand a twelve-pack r twoof that three percent brewwas like downing seven shotsso when the organ player wrecked my two-tontakin' it on a near-beer runthat almost killed my buzzlike bad news sometimes doesbut that how killer buzzes arethank heaven they die hardbut watch it next time becausethat almost killed my buzzwoke up that Sunday morningknowing how far from grace I felldressed for church in a fogneeded some hair of the dogeven it was a hound from hellbut I knew that southern preacherwould just be passin' grape juicehid some Nyquil in my coatpoured it down my throatfrom back in the corner pewshe knew there's no such thang as near-winebut when my pastor talked of burnin' for all timehe saw that almost killed my buzzlike bad news sometimes doesbut that how killer buzzes arethank heaven they die hardbut watch it next time becausethat almost killed my buzz(c)2006 Robert George