Poem on Drink

Just have a sip of the devil's juice
Mind fragments like a torn paper piece
Body organs cry where is my peace?
Lunacy prevails for all to see

Sore heads, fluids drained, money spent
Shun any attention because of stress
Alcohol has made you his servant
Wonder why you made a big mess

The juice creeps in your system
Addiction is inevitable
Antics of a madman, and its all mayhem.

by Tapiwa Zungunde