Jack Nganga Poet Rhyme

For Jack So Loved the Whisky

For Jack so loved the whisky
That he spent all his hard earned money
Buzzing like a bee, in a hive full of honey
Painting the town red, every club, pub and bar
Mingling among strangers, feeling like a star

For Jack so loved the whisky
That he became well known throughout the land
For stocking his house with every available brand
Inviting friends over for a drinking festival
Partying like the devil, being anything but civil

For Jack so loved the whisky
That when the wife asked him to choose between her and the drink
He gave her an answer faster than she could blink
He threw away the only woman that loved him
Laughing as she was leaving, filling his glass to the brim

For Jack so loved the whisky
That he made it his daily morning beverage
Whisky was his script, and the world was his stage
The whisky made him a great actor; an undiscovered star
He drunk and gave performances worth of an Oscar

For Jack so loved the whisky
That he applied for a job in a whisky company
They hired him because he was witty and funny
The job came with a free lifetime whisky supply
So he vowed he would drink to the day he shall die

For Jack so loved the whisky
That he drove under the influence
Drove a Beetle but thought it was a Mercedes Benz
He had loud music playing from the bass
Driving in circles till he ran out of gas

For Jack so loved the whisky
That he started his own bar selling whisky only
Among other whisky lovers he never felt lonely
To the poor, he never had any food to spare
But to the thirsty, he always had plenty of whisky to share

For Jack so loved the whisky
That he went and bought his own distiller
So that he could truly be a whisky dealer
The government never gave him the license 
So he drank all his whisky to cover the expense 

For Jack so loved the whisky
That when the doctor gave him the bad news
He started diluting his whisky with juice
But it was too late; the doctor said he had liver cirrhosis 
The juice was not going to reverse the diagnosis

For Jack so loved the whisky
That on his deathbed wired to a drip
He still requested for one more sip
After he drank he said he was ready for his last trip
A few days later they buried him six feet deep

For Jack so loved the whisky
That they put in his coffin his favorite brand
Then the preacher made the mourners understand
That God gave each person a different kind of passion
May he allow Jack some whisky, on his heavenly mansion

For Jack so loved the whisky

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Njeri Hunjeri September 19, 2015 at 4:50 PM Some parts are hilarious. But i know this is a sad and serious issue. Some people get addicted to the drink and the die tethered to it. Definitely a 7! Jack Nganga September 22, 2015 at 4:15 AM Thanks Njeri, I know its not a typical everyday kind of poem, but i like to experiment with various subjects, .. this one was also a self parody, but i wanted to bring out a never disused theme about how some people chose their own destiny out of certain vices cum passions regardless of the impeding consequences, and never regret