Lucka 20

I dag blir det poesi i luckan.
Dikten är skriven av Randy Mosher.

Homebrew wrecked my life

I've been brewing night and day for just about a year.
Seven hundred batches of nectar strong and clear.
I've filled up every corner of this home that was so sweet.
But now my honey's gone and set my kettel on the street.

I spent the baby's trust fund on a tank of stainless steel.
And sold the faithful doggie just to put the thing on wheels.
I guess I'd do it differently if I could do it over.
I'd skipp the wheels and get myself a bottler with rover.

Homebrew wrecked my life today.
This brewer's name is mud.
I'll give my brewing vats away.
And buy a case of Bud.

I've lined the walls with plastic, and epoxied all the floors.
Put a ultraviolet lasers to protect the beer from spores.
And every thing was going great, the brewing newer stopped.
Until my sweetie found her walk-in closet filled with hops.

Homebrew was a blast until it finally wrecked my life.
Nineteen thousand bottels realy aggravates a wife.
And when they started goin' off, they tore the house apart.
Now my baby's gone and wrecked the mash tun of my heart.

Homebrew wrecked my life to day.
I've brewed my final batch.
I'll leave behind the homebrew way.
And start a garden patch.

Now I'm on the sidewalk with my last remaining beer.
The neighborhood is quiet, all the windows dark from fear.
A soggy pile of bricks and glass commemorates my house.
And me without a carboy or hop back or a spouse.

I'm sorry for the state of things, you know I'm really am.
My passion was excessive, and my plans a little grand.
I'd gladly make it up to her, if I could finde some malt.
I'd brewed her up a special batch directly from my heart.

Homebrew wrecked my life today.
She walked right out that door.
But since my baby's gone to stay.
I might brew just ones more...