World Cup Found Poetry: “Beers” (Ghana/USA)

Now that is dreamland.
Getting their beers,
you can’t measure
real personality.
I’m sick to my stomach right now.
A huge headache
that was a jolting blow.
To sleep fourteen hours a day,
all four fingers, two thumbs bleeding.
The good teams suffer.

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