Alcohol

When I slither down his throat

I sit and rest in pride.

I have conquered him once again,

hidden beneath his lies.

 

His daughter rests her head,

as she relaxes from his wake.

I sit and brew some more

until his stomach starts to quake.

 

Up and up, I go again,

until I can see,

All the things inside of him,

that were in there with me.

 

I take all I can,

 from his lunch to his soul.

His daughter, he will never see again,

If i may be so bold. 

 

They call me an evil thing, 

a poisoner, a  brute.

If only I was gone,

No longer in humans would I commute.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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