Im Munich Ist Ein Hofbrau Supermarket

Satiety
And silliness,
Twin jesters of
Our existence,

Are like frothed beer,
They don't smell well
Against the walls,

Or on bookshelves,

But they do sit
Well in the guts,
Sometimes, of those
Who consumed them

And are giddy
For a glimpsed bit
Of Galilee,
Freely foaming.