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
Awful brew: Bud dreck slime.

Many a brew’ry across the nation
where they crank out this shite.
Why folks waste their money does make me wonder. . .
drink gallons, can’t get tight. . .
weaker than lemonade.
Not strong is the taste of
noxious-brew Bud dreck.
What’s on the palate? Rice!

Every day Inbev concocts tons of this swill. “No!”
is my reaction: in the land of the Rhine:
“Wasser Bräu, Bud schlect—Nein!”

Billions of liters swirling in rice, ground; water brew does abound
in many a brew’ry taking from the rivers
water that should be bound
to the true brewing gems
and not be wasted on awful brew: Bud dreck
slight the taste, palate vice.

Water brew: Bud dreck, slime.