Poem #2

This makes a lot more sense if you read the next post first.

Too To any of my former English students who didn’t like my previous poem, well, tough. You’ll hate this one too. Some dude rearranged all the words he found on a bottle of Rolling Rock beer. Try this next time you’re . . . well, once you turn 21.

The poem is ingeniously called “All of the Words on a Bottle of Rolling Rock Beer in a Different Order” by Demetri Martin, and dammit, I like it.

If you read it and “don’t get it,” try reading it again, only this time look for all the sexual references. Like in line 1-6, he suggests “Women . . . your contents / cause enjoyment.” Do I have to make it any more clear?