Want it Dead or Alive

Want it- Dead or Alive

There is a serial killer on the loose,

seeking those it can consume;

It goes by the name of alcohol,

To some fragrant as perfume.

At first taste to most it is repulsive,

a second tends to numb the first;

This drink can make some feel happy,

Or perhaps bring out their worst.

This serial killer has many patterns,

to a hurting soul it mask sorrow;

As they grow dependent on a fix,

troubles return tomorrow.

Perhaps a father who is rather loving,

until he turns up this liquid fire;

He can then begin to loose his temper,

abusing those he does desire.

This killer seeks those in their prime,

to live as if there is no tomorrow;

They may be right as they drive faster,

bringing their mother sorrow,

One may find it ironic the iron rods,

separating prisoners from society;

Are commonly referred to as bars,

last place many left from free.

Don't let this killer pose as a friend,

For it destroys masses at large;

At first it is passive like a child,

When hooked, it takes charge.

Stephen T. Boan

copyright 1996