My Hero, Mr.Drunkard

My hero is Mr.Drunkard, How does he take to wine, Keep partying late Into the night time, How does he quarel and fall On the floor, How does he fight pitched battles In drunkenness, How does he dance with the bottle, How does he fight Applying force Pulling, punching, shoving, Nailing to the wall Gnashing teeth, How does he torture and trouble And how does the family bear for him, His wife all alone When there is none to hear, Support or help her As all know it He is a drunkard And this is his daily life, Routined visit to bars and dhabas From where his company keeps him calling, His typical friends and new guests Coming to as CIDs or miscall-givers? Mark and say you, How was his mood when he was not, How is it when he is drunk, How did he promise it before Puting his hand on his hears, On the head of wife and daughters and sons, Whose calls did it come And change he thereafter And where, where did they leave him, Dislodge him gruntling, Vomiting, falling, geting hurt, Talking the dogs wagging tails, Sometimes playingg the role of a justice, Sometimes a villain, Sometimes a lawyer And how the govt. hearing not the call Of the family and the wife, How is it taxing, levying taxes On wine bottles, Left to die on roads?