Anyone who knows me can affirm I am fundamentally a creative, artist creature. The heart of a poet beats deep inside of Carlo Sands.
Long-time readers of this blog will know, this is not the first poem I have chosen to publish — to bare my soul before the world.
I feel the "I WILL KILL YOU NOW FUCK OFF AND GET ME A DRINK — a poem" has never received the critical acclaim it deserves.
It is often said that a true artistic genius has to die before they are recognised. But, as I have aleady explained, I died on October 31, 2008 and I have the Facebook quiz "When will you die" as my death certificate.
Still, I await in vain for the accolades that this epic is overdue.
Not to be deterred by lack of recognition I have faced even in death, I hereby publish a more recent work.
As the few who truly know me can attest, I am also quite spiritual.
All of us have a chance, an opportunity and, some may say, even a duty to develop and nurture our own personal relationship with Jesus Christ, Our Saviour.
I was moved to put down my own thoughts and feelings on the profound relationship I personally enjoy with our Lord Above in the form of a poem.
Plus, I happen to be quite broke right now. We are told that Jesus loves us, and I thought now would be a good time to cash that cheque.
Plus, it's His shout.
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Buy Me a Beer Lord
— a poem by Carlo Sands
Get me a beer, Lord
I've sick of the world
hand me a beer, Lord
coz I've sick of it all
Could you buy me a beer, Lord?
I hate everything
Buy us a beer, Lord
actually, second thoughts, make mine a gin
Buy me a beer, Lord
I am hard up right now
Get us a beer while you're there, Lord
anyway, it's your fucking shout
Thank you, Lord
for this amber gift
Now with your offering of love,
I'm going to get pissed
Yeah thanks heaps, Lord
for your alcoholic gift
now leave me alone, Lord
so I can get pissed