It starts with only a sip Swish Swallow Turns to a chug Shot is soon to follow
Next have a drink What damage could one do? First wasn't bad Why not two?
A beer switches to six-packs Twelve-pack to a keg Before you know You are on your last leg
A glass of wine daily is fine Til glass grows into a bottle Coasting gently one second Next speeding wide-open Scared Full-throttle
What begins as play and fun Soon escalates to live-or-die Stops being casual You partake without knowing why
The line between both are fuzzy Tipping point never clear Problem is you cannot see it After you approach near
Once you have crossed there's no going back Life becomes a sinking ship Pause a minute and ask yourself "Is it worth the cost?" Before choosing to take that "harmless" sip
I got a typewriter for my birthday and this is the first poem I wrote using it