Haven't You Drunk Enough? Poem by Mark Heathcote

Why would you put your lips on that bottle?
Haven't you drunk enough?
Sort yourself out. What are you thinking?
Be busy roving like a bee.
Flowers are reaching far out for all to see.
You drunken fool, do you want to join the sandbars?
And be swallowed up.
Those drowning lungs—do they ever need to breathe fresh air like us?
Did you know tomorrow you can't borrow?
Give your kidneys a rest.
And your poor kid, give him something to admire and believe in.
Beginning with love,
Beginning with love,
Beginning with love, love for yourself
Sort yourself out. What are you thinking?
When you buy yet another bottle to put on your lips and drink.
Sort yourself out and think. Don't drink.