Another shout-out to a pretty cool dude. His second poem on this blog.
Brewing on the Lake?
Floating on crystal, our factory labors.
Profit aplenty in this surreal concept.
A brewery on a lake.
Men march to the alcohol's time clock.
Happy to work, grateful for the employ,
at the brewery on the lake.
Shopping malls build themselves,
houses join them, to home the men,
brewing on the lake.
Investors flock, to make more shops,
and homes. We even have a theater,
by the brewery on the lake.
Shut up, blaring clock, leave me be!
I would rather be right here, always
at my brewery on the lake.
Written by: T. Lwanga Lord
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