It's a beverage,
A number one leverage,
For life's countless hurdles.
But instead of lifting them,
Alcohol pretends,then drops them,
With more troubles on your head.
Methinks it bewitched you,
Like candy to a child,
Spirituous living in hell.
Suffocating your judgement,
And awarding you this mayhem,
A bad liver, dreadful cancer,
Slurred speech, now that's unique!
Inescapable title,
An alcoholic, a drunkard, boozer for sure. User abandon,
That nerveless bottle,
With heartless ads, In its strategic locale.
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