He fancies the drink
As do some people, but they have their reasons
The fun, the laughter, ah, how it lightens a load
Is that why he drinks?
No. But... yet he fancies the drink.
The lack of control, the dizziness
The parties and the hangovers
Ah, fun yes? Is that why he fancies the drink?
No? Then why? Surely there is a reason?
"I drink because it is there. Though a reason? It's small.
It exists."
That is all? Is there not more? Surely there is.
Searching and prying, digging and asking.
"Is something amiss?"
Just what I would be asking you.
"I drink! That's all! Leave out my life!"
He says he can stop. Can he? Only time and temptation can be the judge.














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