The Demon Of Wine Poem by CHRISTOPHER EBENEZER

Throw the bottles all away
Let the streets be cleared of them
May no one be seen with them
How i hate the liquor smell.

Shut all the factories down
A butcher house is all they are
They lie and lie to make a sell
How i hate the liquor smell.

The one who fears to face his past
The bottles are for such a one
To think its well,
To think its safe
But just a while and all will fade
Then again he seeks for more
More and more to calm his fears
How i hate the liquor smell

The troubled man
With a nagging wife
Will no solace find
Elsewhere than beer
Because it calms
His troubled mind
When its substance
Plays with his head
Because it speaks
With soothing words
When it gulp runs down his throat
Yet his life is left unchanged
How i hate the liquor smell.

Its for he who has no dream
To fill the mind with fantasy

The beer helps fools
To more folly
The troubled mind
To more trouble
The dreamless life
To more void
How i hate the liquor smell

Those that run to wine
Are more and more and more
Of what they would not face
How i hate the liquor smell.
How it makes my stomach ache.