Thirsty? Don’t drink it; junk’s worse than Rolling
Rock, even Miller Lite.
Although it’s fizzy, won’t make you dizzy:
alcohol content’s slight.
Now it’s owned by the Flems.
As long as I taste no water brew: Bud dreck,
I am in paradise.

Every day Inbev concocts tons of this swill, though
it’s chilly, ills me, and tastes far from fine.
Horrid brew: Bud dreck slime.

Many will choose it; water gustation,
effervescent this blight.
To me it is crazy anyone ponders,
even, drinking this shite.
I can guess how it’s made.
Not strong, no hops taste has
awful brew Bud dreck,
a liquid plate of rice.

Billions of gallons wash down, but why down horrid brew? Ugly round.
An old friend once told me, ’cause he’s a quipster,
a joke. . .funny I found:
Bud, canoe sex: the same—
both are f**king close to water. Screw Bud dreck,
ricey-taste palate vice.

Rotten brew, Bud dreck slime.