Drunkard

Anew friend was found 

Who tumbles you to the ground 

On the highway of destruction 

Driven by depression 

Destined for trouble 

This ginnie in a bottle 

Gives intoxication 

Drifting journeys without direction 

Addicted to its charm

The bottle choked between the arm

With its unpleasant odor 

You'll not be sober 

Thinking its cool

You're seen as a fool

In places where your comrades 

Are all drunkards 

Shaking with shiver 

Damaging your liver 

Loosing control 

Killing your soul

Drinking till you drop

Only you can stop

When the rum is over

You'll wish to be sober 

Reviews

[Jason Baptiste]

Stay sober Its worth it Thanks for your precious time Still a lot of work to be done Trying Trying Trying Not going to stop Advice and critics are needed and welcomed