The Wine of Bacchacus - An insane paradox

The wine of bacchacus, is an insane paradox,
as sly and as cunning, as the proverbial fox.
It starts with one drink, and ending with many,
a fortune is lost, you're left with no money.

This will dictate, on what you will do,
despite all logic, you'll chase this old brew.
You drink to be social, and to try and fit in,
after a time, you'll comit a great sin.

In a drunken state, you make a fool of yourself,
deciding to put it, back onto the shelf.
The very next day, with guilt and remorse,
you return t.o bacchacus, as a resource.

This vulnerable victim, does not understand,
the depths this will take you, or where you will land.
It may be gaol, or even the grave,
to continue to drink, is only for the brave.

You drink to escape, your reality and woes,
your outrageous conduct, will make a few foes.
Will never give in, or never confide,
this runs against, your ego and pride.

Constantly bound, to a selfish resolve,
reason the truth, and half truths are told.
Treason occurs, when you went for a few,
the following day, you woke black and blue.

As resentment builds, and begins to fester,
your troubled mind, it will start to pester.
Trying to justify, for why you so drink,
your sanity tested, as you're pushed to the brink.

For many years, you'll see mental health,
until you are honest, there's no spiritual wealth.
Unknown the tru nature, of this malady,
a disease that's connected, ........ genetically.

Gone is the family, the friends and the job,
the crime of bacchacus, is to continue to rob.
You'll frantically chase, that illusive good time,
until there's no hope, and you're labeled a swine.

You drink cause you're happy, you drink cause you're blue,
you drink cause you win, you drink cause you lose.
You drink cause you're glad, you drink cause you're mad,
such is the paradox, of being so mad.




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