‘Kerplunk !!’

Topsy turvy he tumbled over .. flat out on his face lying in the grassy clover.. inebriated, he fell ‘Kerplunk!’.. three sheets to the wind..as drunk as a skunk..

Sloshed and stewed thru too much booze.. such a fool to himself with lots to lose..every day is exactly the same.. as he guzzles his gallons to hide his shame.. yet help is onhand if he wishes to attend, tho that’s only a start to heal and mend..alcoholism is a devil, whilst it fills his soul.. full of succubus demons he cannot control

Ruined and rotting in his usual stoned state.. he chooses a path of an early death fate.. whilst relatives and relations have given up all hope as his tormented wife and children mope.. forever walking on  shattered egg shells with his constant mood swings and foul liquor smells

Whilst one can take a horse to water, it is impossible to make it drink.. one would wonder why on earth he doesn’t stop to think.. alcohol-dependant with absolutely no self-respect..with his dignity in tatters and his self-worth wrecked.. this is his plight that hes got himself in.. struggling to survive without the hard stuff is his sin