Do you want to end up as an alcoholic,
Is this the career you dreamt it about,
The vision and misson of your life,
What your life-philosophy,
Say you?
If had to be an alcoholic, why did you read,
Pursue a career, saw you golden dreams,
If had to stagger and fall like a drunkard,
An inebriated fellow?
Do you want it that the world will call you a drunkard,
An intoxicant being,
A bottle-man living only for bottles?
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