My Favourite Poison

A relationship with evil starts at the first chink.

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Again, you shared me to celebrate,
and then reached for me in despair,
I was always there to commemorate,
Or help you let down your hair.

You used me to help you smile,
But I’ve damaged you inside,
My results may be vile,
But, God, it was a good ride.

I know you hate what I can do,
Yesterday’s memories seem lost,
But then you went a had a few,
And it’s come at a great cost.

You say “I’ll only have the one!”
But I’ll be on your mind,
You are having too much fun,
An early death you’ll likely find.

Sam is a full-time working father of three, a fitness bod, and a writer; often sighted drinking fine ales and riding motorbikes.

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