Choose Your Poison

Bellies filled with the rich ripe wine,

Gluttony like a simple swine,

Sip by sip to help you unwind,

Easing your mind to feel sublime.

Malted barley, a hint of hops,

Savoring slightly bitter drops,

Bubbles brewing, the inside rots,

'Til the day, pray your liver stops.

Shots of Patron, Captain, or Jack,

Strong enough, healing heart attacked,

Burning poison for all you lack,

Gives reason for the noose to SNAP!

No matter which toxin you choose,

In the end you will always lose,

For every glass, ounce of this booze,

Leaves you no closer to life's clues!

-ANH-