No, not tasty; not at all pleasing,
although it’s not as bad as Coors.
And anything’s better than Miller—
I’d rather drink sludge from the moors.

You pop the cap off, and the crap bubbles,
but so do sewage and hot tar.
This Milwaukee slime is a brewing crime.
Why brew the junk that’s PBR?

How’d it come back into fashion?
Once as passé as mullet hair.
In on this swill it’s maker’s cashin’. . .
yellow water pumped full of air.

Clever connivers conned the nation,
causing a large segment to start
going to stores and bars for this mock brew.
Light, funky junk is PBR.

It really blows, so thin and watery;
I taste old insert from a shoe.
It ills, this lame swill brew; it’s hoppin’ free—
you gaze at urine-yellow hue.

I love a good brew, but this ain’t echt fare—
it make you burp and puke and fart.
Like Bud, Coors, Miller, this swill is dreck fare.
Vile, skunky; sucks does PBR.