Ballade Of Booze

My spine doth tingle and my goose flesh shiver
When I recall the day I took my first,
Since them Iíve tortured psyche, brain and liver,
As this most foul affliction I have nursed.
Of all the evils with which we are cursed,
Surely thereís none makes human beings sink
Lower than when in alcohol immersed?
A fare-thee-well at last to demon drink!

The question often asked: taker or giver?
The answer, by apologists well versed,
That if drink makes oneís offal organs wither
The price is freely paid, lips freely pursed,
Thought of dire consequences soon dispersed
As down the hatch it goes, and in a wink,
Reason and logic, like a bubble burst;
A fare-thee-well at last to demon drink?

Weigh up the pros and cons, man, do not dither!
For if you answer nay, I fear the worst;
Your fingers may shake and your heart may quiver,
But this small price will soon be reimbursed
When symptoms of withdrawal are dispersed;
Act now, fo you are hovíring on the brink,
If you fall, such damage canít be reversed,
A fare-thee-well at last to demon drink?

No stepping stones; saltus! Chasm traversed,
Dilute your veins no more, nor liver shrink,
Transmogrification, from sin diversed:
A fare-thee-well at last to demon drink!

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