The Fall Of The Upright Man| AN ORIGINAL POEM

It was, I think, in the dawn of Fall
That a certain upright man did fall
Not from the fault of banana peels but beer
He was knocked over by bottles of beer:
Having an insatiable throat for beer
His colleagues had called him to a hangout
Where he had surplus beer and passed out
Creating a perfect opportunity
For his colleagues to act with impunity
They sent from his phone an authorization mail
Which later sent the innocent man to jail
While the perpetrators squandered money and liberty.

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