Hunger For Alcohol And

I long for it with strong passion, Though liver cirrhosis is its caption, I'm married to him with strong desire, As he sets my heart on hot fire. Come cold,come warmth I consume like food, Though quick sand and slippery floor I stand, Ranting! Ranting!!,benching as I speak, Blood pressure and heart beats get to peak. I see stars and the future with clear eyes, Full of smiles and sadness with little flies, Sometimes I dance naked without shame, Lost to the other world with great fame. My Pen as a writer vomits pure inks, Just like its master as he stinks and sinks, I might be drunk but I know I make sense, Even if the world is full of nonsense. I hunger for people to do right, So that the sun can shine so bright, And becomes nice to ride on this light, Which makes the aggrieved to stop the fight, Good leadership and measures to end their plight.