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Ode to a modest can

O you can

can you

play the innocent

with your modest

inscription of 4.0%

deny your bullying

a mere 330ml

just a quiet companion

you say


but with the pack

a dirty dozen

press-gang guilty

what have you done

with the brains

and constraints

of our sons

our daughters

on these dark nights?

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