Root Tribe

I looked for my tribe here and there.

Wanting to belong somewhere.

All day I thought about it,

then at night I had to say it –

student life is not easy,

but being student is a wheezy,

till you find that perfect ambrosia

for a soul from elsewhere

but mind of a Richardus Sophista.

So many paths to reach one

and the same goal,

but at root tribe beer becomes

continuous blood, and of old.

“Fux stoff” – they say

there’s no future for us.

“Ex-ale-tation of Ale” –

ye good ol’Catholic drink:

there’s a place for you in our heart,

our belly, our laughter, our academia –

and now on the branch of my Christmas tree!