Just another drink, surely it can’t do any harm
It creates a well being, perhaps even charm
The night goes on and it distils an alarm
Certainly not the wanted, expected calm

Check the label and date, order a fresh bottle
The motor bike rider eases off the throttle
Human bones can be so very, very brittle
The blood flows red, into a streamed trickle

Read the label, three, four times a day
No vintage to date, a big price to pay
Sure there is something you wanted to say
Not for me thanks I am on my way

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