Wine is a mocker, strong drink a brawler,
whoever is led astray by it is not wise.
A strong desire for it has swept the unwise.
It extracts the moisture in a man with ease,
And leaves him frustrated with distortions.
Too much alcohol stings like a viper to ****.
The end product is a walking corpse ascertained,
All in the name of a man or a father still.
Smoking is hardly absent when alcohol is concerned.
They are killer brothers with one mission; to ****.
I met this old man at wake-keeping grounds,
He has made the killer brothers his associates.
As habits, he drinks and smokes passionately.
All night long, he drinks and smokes unceasingly.
Nothing else interests him, but his old habits only.
This routine has left him with much to regret.
At fifty, already with visual impairment,
Only a staff gives him stability and movement.
Apart from his old habits; his achievement,
He bows as one praying, but remains sleeping.
An old habit it is said hardly dies.
Easily soaked in drinking and smoking arts,
The devil has now blinded his own eyes
So he shouldn't see the considerable repercussions.
Drinking plus smoking have become his modus operandi.