They drink to get drunk to be a drunkard,
A goblet of ale or beer from the tankard.
Happiness blooms in a mind filled with joy,
The drink plays you as though u are a toy.
Bottles and pockets made empty,
As you dance your livers cry.
Bartender’s joy as he earns plenty,
Hard to quit how much ever you try.
One fateful day you shall fall,
Thou joy has mislead you to the devil’s call.
Now why do u repent, there is no need,
None to listen to thy cry or pay heed.
Your life is over with the liver’s death,
The drink lead to pain even at your last breath.
Why do all ye people drink,
To take your life close to its brink.
