ALCOHOL, THE BOOSTER

My name is whisky or Ogogoro.
I am the sweet enemy of man
The intoxicative devastator of man
I'm aggressively progressive in sending man
From the sublime to the ridiculous.

Alcohol, Alcohol, the devastator of man.
I came into existence with arrogant pride.
I don't have wise men as friends,
The foolish I draw to myself to waste.
Through in mildness, I'm kind and rewarding,
But taken in over-dose, I'm wickedly wasteful.

In my coming into life,
I recruited two of my relations,
My brother weed, and my sister woman.
We disguise ourselves in "3 W"
I Wine, Sister Woman and brother Weed.
In our disguised selves, we attack unnoticed,

If I attack alone, my victim escapes narrowly.
If Brother Weed joint me in the campaign,
There is very little hope in the doctor's care.
But if the Woman joins us in the battle,
And we all attack him all fronts,
The world will only exclaim: "What a waste! "

The body of man we share into war fronts:
Brother Weed attacks the brains with smokes,
Sister Woman takes over his emotions,
While I, the General Officer Commanding,
Take charge of his nerves and mentality.

My twins relations are always very shy.
And so, fight their wars in secret places.
But, I the oldest of the three
Fight in open bars and hotels in triumph,
Leaving no man and room for escape.

The more men's population daily grows,
The more our doomed victims daily increase.
The more men we pack off the roads,
Arranging them for disgraceful burials.

We are bound to win in our wars.
Because, while I daily come in newest varieties,
Sister Woman increases her catching looks.
Together we shall fight, together we shall win.

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NOTES: ALCOHOL, THE BOOSTER
In this poem, Alcohol (wine) is boastful. He, like a human being, is boasting of what he can do this foolish people, since he cannot easily get at the wise ones.

He further gives his source of strength: that like human, he came into the world with two relations. Now they are three attackers, Wine, Weed and Woman (the 3 W). In his attack on man, he may not be able to waste him but if his sister, Woman and his Brother, Weed, (Indian hemp,cocaine, cannabis etc) join him in the attack, they are sure to waste him.

Therefore, a man who takes drinks, smokes and takes to women, suffers humiliation and death in life. He can escape death if he takes one of the three vices, but if he takes two or worst, the three, he is sure to die(wasted) by such habits.

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The poem further tells the fact that alcohol us publicly taken in hotels and bars but sex and smoking of cocaine (weed-indian hemp), are done secret places. As the population of human beings is increasing in the world so new brands, highly intoxicating alcohol are being produced. Also, new varieties of cigarettes or marijuana, are being manufactured. And, Women improve on their appearances with new make-ups everyday, all to make sure that man does not escape from their attack.