MGD

The part of us that used to fit together

Stirred in my brain the other day,

Induced by an MGD tap in a bar

On the Fox River,

Remembering another bar collapsing

Into the creek out back,

While the country collapsed into depression,

And Warpo and an accomplice,

I can’t remember his name,

Drove around one night with a deer rifle

Looking for me.

I don’t remember a lot from then,

But I do remember the wastefulness of it all,

The desperation with which we all

Self-medicated illnesses only time could heal,

Though some did choose a more permanent solution.

While I was drinking my tap

A wistful smile broke like redemption

For the part of us that used to fit together back then,

In there with all the mud and muck,

A little piece that makes remembering worthwhile,

That makes that part of us

Something I don’t want to forget.