I wake up slowly to see <br />A bad man called Liquor. <br />I look at him as he sits beside me, <br />And he makes me feel sicker. <br /> <br />I look at him and I feel <br />His sharp blade ends, <br />Stinging the nerves of my teeth, <br />When I became his friend. <br /> <br />I look at him and think <br />Of last night when he put me to sleep. <br />All I wanted was one drink <br />But he made me collapse, like stones, in a heap. <br /> <br />I look at him and I crack <br />I stand to pick him up. <br />I say 'Dear Liquor, you're not coming back, <br />I've had just about enough.'<br /><br />A.J. Ryan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bad-man-called-liquor/
