Tantalus Sells Out

Everyone walking around
with what they most want
hovering right over their heads
Mostly money
or a stray sex organ
(Making gloomy music
beloved of Germans)

Me, I’ve got a Mexican beer
right above me
I raise my chilly eyelids
to read the label
but it floats back
behind my head

Maybe I’ll get to drink it
after work
(All those other people,
will they get what they want?
Don’t know – don’t care)

Sometimes my hair gets cold
and an escaping drip
hits my nose
slips down
to my lips
It is cold
And it never tastes bitter