This goes out to all
Men who drink alcohol
What’s the shame on saying, “ I don’t drink? ”
What’s the shame on saying, “ I have enough? ”
Is it cos they will not call you tough?

For sure, behind your back they call you bastard
After all what does it make you
Drinking zillion bottles of beer?
But a drunkard

You pay to drink and you will not be able to stand
All the results you know it like the back of your hand
When you run out of money these people will laugh
And live to hear your loud cry
Your last wish will be for time to turn back
Sooner or later you will understand that you just run out of luck
Remembering the good times you would say “ My life suck”

As a sign of your life full of despair
You will start loosing your hair (or your hair will turn gray)
Every step you take every heartbeat ‘n breath
At a speed of light get you closer to death.

24 October,2005

Konjit Berhane

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-get-drunk/