A Drink

If it were not for a beer Many of us would not be here, We would still be a gleam in our father's eye If it wasn't for that whiskey or rye. Then there would be that one less tear. Many of us, have not the nerve Like the Romeos that we've seen and did observe, With the lies and stories for us to bestow Or even the common sense to even say no. In the end, drinkers get what they deserve. Alcohol makes many just stupid and naive And then any story they will be gullible enough to believe, Even when it comes to unprotected adult fun While carrying around a loaded gun. More than a tangled web we will then weave. Because of beer many of us were born And without it, we'd remember who we'd wake up with in the morn, Then many people we would not of cared about or knew If it wasn't because of that sudsy brew. So, many drink and drink until their worries are through. Some people just feel disowned Especially when their inspiration and dreams are postponed So, when many can't rationalize or think; They just pour themselves another alcoholic drink. Then they don't quit, until they are stoned Randy L. McClave