Please tell me something
Why people curse my name
Why when trouble happens
I’m always to blame
I’m just a drink
Made to quench the thirst
After having several
Most people behave worse
I’m made from wheat
Barely, rice or malt
Because people enjoy me
It’s not my fault
Some drink for courage
Some drink for fun
Some to look cool
Some to become numb
No matter the reason
I’m still just a drink
It’s up to you to control
Your actions and what you think
Some people act stupid
When filled with me
Others laughing, some abusive
I affect everyone differently
Remember it’s the person
Who has the control?
So stop making me
Play the bad-guy role
Written Poems Dealing With Relationships By Angela Hutcherson-Jenkins