Slava OlchevskiPoems

No. 0072 · Life in Transmute ·

What are you drinking?

As if the name makes any difference…

Some call it wine, some call it boozeSome call it fermented grape juice

The mushrooms, bacteria and a lot of yeastWere thrown in there to assist

It is not what you thinkIt is not a food, nor it is a drink

It is a substance of abuseIt is so good that it can’t be refused

So States simply labeled it alcoholWith heavy taxation they achieved their goal

The stuff that brings you the liberationIs simply a byproduct of natural indigestion