
Mike
My friend is dying Day by Day,
Just Why he drinks, I cannot say;
By Demon Rum, he’s led astray,
Refusing Help from Double A.
The Cause is moot, some inner Strife,
His Pain’s so great; the Booze too rife;
He’ll lose his Job; he’s hurt his Wife;
Before he’s done, he’ll lose his Life!
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© Howard B. Eskin 1995