Booze is your crutch
A drink always nearby
You know it’s a bad life
if you only live it high

You think the world laughs
at the drunken fool
But funny’s been replaced
with surly and cruel

What’s sad is what you lose
Never to be repaid
Enjoy that last drink
as you stumble to the grave

One day becomes three
Soon it’s every night
You lose your will
Too numb to even fight

Get the help you need
Give up the boozy waddle
You’re not that cool
Just a baby with a bottle

Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt: That which is lost