Are you really an artist until you make a terrible parody of mediocre beer (apologies in advance to actual Pabst Lovers)? Probably not.
Text-heavy art is pretty attractive in the sense that words become abstractions: elements that no longer carry their general meaning, to play second fiddle to building the composition of a piece.
This was a stab at something that captures the specific scent of summer turning to fall. It might be silly, but spiritually, Pabst is personally the National Pasttime of Beers.