The Alcoholics Curse Poem by Andrew Matthews

Drinking all day of the week of the year
Is an alky's terrible curse you should fear
Then there's the week when they're not feeling well
They can't properly eat and their ankles will swell.

They can't remember a time they were free
From their yearning for Vodka or sweet G n'T
When they'd baulk at the mess that's under the bridge
Or the dread when there's no beer left in the fridge.

If you live with one then the curse is yours too
You might wish that you'd left the warm nest and just flew
Some will put up with it, Loyalty is strong
Or just leave them to it say goodbye and be gone.

Alcoholism is a terrible fate
It's an illness we know so before it's too late
Please be careful with the dirty booze
Because you have everything you love and own to lose.

Andrew Matthews
23/11/09
17: 11pm