Mr Wino

I need a glass of hard drink to brush the teeth, A jug of wine to complement a wheat bread, An alcohol to bath all day long,..... I'm a vagrant...in my mansion street, No wife to cook for me,sons and daughters to make me a father cared, Wardrobe full of dresses,but one has become as tempered silicon to my wrong, Having an agreement with the bathhouse,"will be here when I'm hungry for its need", I know I walk straight in focus, but the picturing of the society throw wars, I walk on snow with barefoot, A skeleton in the cupboard, Family can't handle if mocked, Crowned best in breaking bonds of secrets, Situations undercover......I just can't hold unto, World prospective figure,...gone worst, Can be a spell,influence or addiction,..will drink till I'm filled, Freaky wild tongue,counterparts waits for my presence at the wine bar, Arrayed in the cloth of a whale, Killing me slow pal, An elephant impaled, Advice ain't gonna metamorphose me,....really need to be intervened for, Let there be a transformation by his mind renewal, That's what the Lord assure, Will destroy the container for a mourn, Change my name,...I'm a new born!