The Beast

A poem about alcohol

You warp my friends in body and mind.
Sometimes they laugh, sometimes they cry.
Somedays, you create choices for them.
Make them a foe, when usually they're friend.

You snarl from bottles, cups, and cans
Your life-blood changes every man.
Sometimes they're giddy, and sometimes blue
But, Sometimes I wish I could drink of you too.

To feel that fire, to never feel low
and feel desire head to toe
to always feel wanted, and to feel so much power
but I know the costs, too much, I cower.