Today in a dream I drank rock’n’roll beer,
The bottle itself lets out a loud cheer,
When you touch it with intention to drink,
Even better if your skin has some ink.
When you de-cap the bottle, then it starts,
The kind of rhythm that jump starts hearts.
You just lay the bottle down on the table,
Looking at the band performing on the label,
While you listen, the beer flows up,
You don’t need a glass or an icy chill-cup,
Just open your mouth and wait for a while,
The beer floats up towards your very own smile.
Drank one bottle? That’s no problem,
A brand new one brought by the beer goblin,
Will stand there after only one measure,
Holding your bottle like a precioooous treasure.
Open the cap and hear a new song,
Tapping your foot to the bang of the gong.
Do I know how it works? By no means.
Something about small nanomachines.