Slava Olchevski

Rookie - 20 Points (1964 / St.Petersburg, Russia)

What Are You Drinking? - Poem by Slava Olchevski

Some call it wine, some call it booze
Some call it fermented grape juice

The mushrooms, bacteria and a lot of yeast
Were thrown in there to assist

It is not what you think
It is not a food, nor it is a drink

It is a substance of abuse
It is so good that one can’t refuse

So States simply labeled it alcohol
With heavy taxation they achieved their goal

The stuff that brings you the liberation
Is simply a byproduct of natural indigestion.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 25, 2009

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