Pint after pint

at beer gardens

and halls,

washing away

decades of history,

tales only of Bavarian kings

and biergarten gals

serving another round now

have sorrows to drown


but they have too much

work to do

resting a dozen beers

on their breasts

to serve

the American tourists

every last one

a mess

dance for me

be my Bavarian queen

lets recreate scenes from

movies of old

pretend that

its all gold

and its all good

and its all happy endings

just like Hollywood

pretend that

post-war Germany


started her descent

hasn’t bought into the

American dream

but our beer garden gal

works this second job

just to pay rent

puts up with

ogling eyes

admiring the size

of her…

of her…


beers she carries

to cheers

after cheers after


lets raise a toast to fear

and Arabs

and Africans

are the new Jews

and the Romani

never stopped singing

the blues

and what would

the Americans do?

Turn off the news

don’t become like us

don’t buy

into the lies

into the hype

don’t buy

shit you don’t need

the dream is dead

greed is all

thats left




until theres no room


until theres no



until you’re just

a mindless consumer

like all the rest.

All the best.


-The beer drinking American tourist

who thinks theres more to you

than your breasts,

try your best

to get off the hamster wheel,

don’t let them

milk your


until it’s


About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government and military. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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