## A Story Of Hobo-A And Alcohol 7 Poem by JOE POEWHIT

## A Story Of Hobo-A And Alcohol 7



HOBO-A was on the park bench again. Sitting and
taking in the day. Next to him was the brown bag,
with the neck of his devil peeking out also upon the
world. The bottle was still un-open but waiting to
enrapture HOBO-A into a new day of intoxication.

The friend came along and took a seat next to HOBO-A.
Got your devil with you I see. Well, things just come along
and happen. Takes the edge off the world, 'keeps
me preserved', so they say. The friend said, 'let me
try to explain GOD'S theory on alcohol'. Though, I'm
only just an observer of the situation.

GOD, made wine by the creation of man. Probably
some grapes laying in a tub too long. The grape
juice gave a good feeling and that was the start.
BUT, GOD in the Bible talks about wine. Not that
'ROCKET FUEL, in the pint bottle. WINE gives joy
to people. Remember, JESUS, made water wine
for a wedding, so it has a position in society.

In PROV: 31-4,5,6,7 wine for heavy hearts, those
going to die. Others to forget poverty and misery.
Though, it's not for KINGS or say, leaders-they
must have a clear head for the LAW and not
forget the LAW and well you know, pervert
judgment or justice. Staying drunk or escaping
in alcohol, not being functional is SIN, I would say.

Then in the last part of PROV: 23 wine is talked about.
Drinking long brings on strange women, and
talking perverse things, or as they say, 'TALKING
THROUGH YOUR HAT'. I would say It just brings on
confusions and looseness of ways that are maybe
not really yourself. Really it all comes down to the
bottom of the glass, saying a glass of wine really is
not going to kill you. BUT, carefulness is importance.
TIMOTHY: talks of Deacons, Bishops taking little wine.

Again, JESUS, made water wine, though it was a
marriage celebration. HOBO-A-get rid of the 'ROCKET
FUEL', or maybe alcohol totally, till you can respect
it and have a reason for having a glass of wine. That's
where it's at to me. Though, I'm only an observer.
AND, I enjoy wine for joy, if the joy leaves, I stop.
So, HOBO-A, see you latter.Here's a bill have
some lunch.


(2011)

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