No, Thank You
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Doesn’t matter how you describe them
Barrels, odors, flowers, fruits
There’s no way I’ll drink that IPA
My precious tastebuds I won’t pollute
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Doesn’t matter if life’s in mayhem
Made with spicy ginger root
I’ll drink your IPA? There’s no way
In this decision I’m absolute
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Doesn’t matter what’s this week’s problem
Or the day’s familial dispute
There’s no way I’ll drink your IPA
My precious palette they just don’t suit
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Doesn’t matter the carpe diem
Or if the label is so darn cute
I’ll drink your IPA? There’s no way
About this choice, I am resolute
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(A ZaniLa Poem)