Quest? Not long enough

Youth drinks vermouth
indiscriminately
fatefully
tactlessly. 
Adverbs lead back 
to the young.
Generation pleas
are not heard between years.
Nor are they ingested
beer by beer.
It's an alcohol of a brow,
a furrow of a plow, 
a burrow of a crown.
Into rage, pages.
Into fear, gauges. 
Into losses, losses for words.
The measure of pleasure
is the difference between pain
and the main strong bun.
Bread? Bread?? How can
the yeast thing become
the most? A quest
for questions inducts
pulling into the ball 
of blame.