Demon Drink
The demon drink,
an innocent evil.
Socially acceptable
evildoer.
Pint after pint,
costing a fortune.
For what?
A hangover?
You're a laugh
for the first few.
Then make no sense
to me or you.
Broken glasses.
Broken homes.
Broken hearts.
Broken bones.
Cop on and get wise.
Health and happiness dies.
There has to be a better way,
to connect with others,
have your say.
Give it up if
you can't control it.
Before it controls you.
Look at other family members.
You want to end up
like that too?
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2016
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