Demon Drink. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

They tell us of the demon drink
And its effects on how we think.
The lagers, beers, real ales and stout,
How drinking spirits give you gout.
They blame it for the fights in clubs,
For all the arguments in pubs,
They say it seizes up the brain
But half of us were born insane.
True love ways are now so slender,
Break-ups caused by going on benders
When we wake up in another bed,
We kill the vows we made when wed.
But it was worth it some may say,
Shrug! then down the pub all day.
Some deny it but feel no guilt,
No beans or drink was ever spilt.
Others just accept their lot
And toast it with another tot.
You’re a bastard, spouses cry
But he just sips his rye and dry.