The Woes Of Liquor
Vodka Gimlet, White Russian, or just a Rum and Coke.
As long as it’s alcohol, it really doesn’t matter.
All these people sit at the bar and drink themselves broke,
While the bartender fills them up, her tip jar getting fatter.
To so many people, drinking is a guilty pleasure,
But if you’re not careful, you could take it too far.
The body is a temple that one should truly treasure.
If you do drink, never get behind the wheel of a car.
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