Taming the Alcoholic
When cage is cask,
And whip is knife,
Blood's to flask,
As wrist's to life.
For every sip,
There's but cage and whip.
Tis better to skip,
And equip your grip.
Copyright © Beej Simrov | Year Posted 2025
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