A Reckless Driver Poem by Michael McCoy wilson

It is my liquid friend
So you are a reckless driver
Whereas, I encourage your access
You become careless with my cadaver
But you look nice in my concept
You yet move me in a steady-stagger
With a swig of a friendly hostility
You gave not a room for hospitality
You settle in then became aggrieve
On the inside, you trouble my intestine
Sail the system and lord my fragile mind

Intoxication is your name
And your target is my brain
You cease my consciousness
And render it so helpless
You meander on the driver’s seat
But still, you are my friend
Despite you place me under duress
You thought me bravery and boldness
I add prowess when you pilot my conscience
I speak, and it beams with confidence
And my gaits seem like ponderous steps
But be careful my good friend
Steer me with a little more sense.