Poetic-Verses
'' It Does Not Make You Kill ''
The British once great ponder to think,
how much alcohol can they take to drink,
they truly believe the more that they swallow.
endows them with courage so others will follow.
What they don't realise is the more they consume,
it will inhibit their conscience which can lead to doom,
their manner then worsens because they have binged,
they forget who they are they become unhinged,
They believe the bevy will make them so strong,
it's then the believe they can do nothing wrong,
that's when things start to get out of hand,
they believe for their honour they must make a stand.
The next thing they know at the end of the night,
it hasn't been good unless there's a fight,
if they'd just keep calm and keep well apart,
but tongues have been loosened, soon fighting will start.
It begins with an argument, then starts the battle,
they're running around like stampeding cattle,
the next thing you see is the flash of a knife,
a person lies dead, someone's taken their life
One life is ruined there'll be many to follow,
the person who killed, in self pity he'll wallow,
he will not blame himself, he will say it was booze,
he'll say, 'I'm invincible when I've had a few brews'.
The very next day he wakes up in a cell,
he thinks, where am I, my heads hurting like Hell,
why I am in here, what is it I've done,
I was only out drinking, enjoying some fun.
I can't remember being put in jail,
but my mates will soon have me out on bail,
I'm the only one in here, so I let out a shout,
'would someone release me, I need to get out''.
The next thing I'm told, your solicitors here,
I've committed no crime so why do I feel fear,
she asks if I know what happened last night,
I told her I was drunk and got into a fight.
I do the same thing every week,
it's part of the fun, some trouble to seek,
we all get drunk and have a good time,
but we never commit any real crime.
So let's get things moving, let's make it clear,
I'm paying you to get me out of here.
she then replied, it isn't that easy,
if you knew what you'd done, you'd be feeling queasy.
Do you remember a fight you had with your mate,
well you left him lying in a terrible state,
you stabbed him and kicked him while he cried,
by your own actions he has since died.
I couldn't remember, I had to take stock,
I'm not a killer, my mate was my rock,
why would I kill him, we lived for each other,
I classed him as my kin, my very own brother,
She told me I'd done it, they had it on tape,
from a murder charge there'd be no escape.
with the evidence at hand I knew was sunk.
so I said I could use the excuse I was drunk..
She said, I'm sorry, that's not a way out,
the jury will know you behaved like a lout.
you have taken away a human life,
because of your actions you must live with the strife.
His family are ruined, they've lost their son,
life for them is no longer fun,
they will now see you for as long as they live,
as a murdering bastard whom they'll never forgive.
When I went to trial I knew I'd done wrong,
but because of the booze I wouldn't get long.
because I had murdered this fact was omitted.
they gave me life, now I've been committed.
They never believed it was due to me drinking,
so before you go out you'd better start thinking,
drink is a drug that can make you obtuse,
but the courts won't accept it, it is not an excuse.
We are ultimately responsible for what we do,
don't try to blame drink, the fault lies with you.
when we drink and engage with the various factions.
we are all wholly liable for our own actions.
You are accountable if you commit a crime,
being drunk wont excuse, you will still do the time.
so before you get pissed, stop and think
does it make you violent, if it does don't drink.
If you think you can blame all your faults on the booze,
engage your brain and try to peruse,
you are not being forced, you are drinking at will,
booze gets you drunk,
' It Does Not Make You Kill''.
how much alcohol can they take to drink,
they truly believe the more that they swallow.
endows them with courage so others will follow.
What they don't realise is the more they consume,
it will inhibit their conscience which can lead to doom,
their manner then worsens because they have binged,
they forget who they are they become unhinged,
They believe the bevy will make them so strong,
it's then the believe they can do nothing wrong,
that's when things start to get out of hand,
they believe for their honour they must make a stand.
The next thing they know at the end of the night,
it hasn't been good unless there's a fight,
if they'd just keep calm and keep well apart,
but tongues have been loosened, soon fighting will start.
It begins with an argument, then starts the battle,
they're running around like stampeding cattle,
the next thing you see is the flash of a knife,
a person lies dead, someone's taken their life
One life is ruined there'll be many to follow,
the person who killed, in self pity he'll wallow,
he will not blame himself, he will say it was booze,
he'll say, 'I'm invincible when I've had a few brews'.
The very next day he wakes up in a cell,
he thinks, where am I, my heads hurting like Hell,
why I am in here, what is it I've done,
I was only out drinking, enjoying some fun.
I can't remember being put in jail,
but my mates will soon have me out on bail,
I'm the only one in here, so I let out a shout,
'would someone release me, I need to get out''.
The next thing I'm told, your solicitors here,
I've committed no crime so why do I feel fear,
she asks if I know what happened last night,
I told her I was drunk and got into a fight.
I do the same thing every week,
it's part of the fun, some trouble to seek,
we all get drunk and have a good time,
but we never commit any real crime.
So let's get things moving, let's make it clear,
I'm paying you to get me out of here.
she then replied, it isn't that easy,
if you knew what you'd done, you'd be feeling queasy.
Do you remember a fight you had with your mate,
well you left him lying in a terrible state,
you stabbed him and kicked him while he cried,
by your own actions he has since died.
I couldn't remember, I had to take stock,
I'm not a killer, my mate was my rock,
why would I kill him, we lived for each other,
I classed him as my kin, my very own brother,
She told me I'd done it, they had it on tape,
from a murder charge there'd be no escape.
with the evidence at hand I knew was sunk.
so I said I could use the excuse I was drunk..
She said, I'm sorry, that's not a way out,
the jury will know you behaved like a lout.
you have taken away a human life,
because of your actions you must live with the strife.
His family are ruined, they've lost their son,
life for them is no longer fun,
they will now see you for as long as they live,
as a murdering bastard whom they'll never forgive.
When I went to trial I knew I'd done wrong,
but because of the booze I wouldn't get long.
because I had murdered this fact was omitted.
they gave me life, now I've been committed.
They never believed it was due to me drinking,
so before you go out you'd better start thinking,
drink is a drug that can make you obtuse,
but the courts won't accept it, it is not an excuse.
We are ultimately responsible for what we do,
don't try to blame drink, the fault lies with you.
when we drink and engage with the various factions.
we are all wholly liable for our own actions.
You are accountable if you commit a crime,
being drunk wont excuse, you will still do the time.
so before you get pissed, stop and think
does it make you violent, if it does don't drink.
If you think you can blame all your faults on the booze,
engage your brain and try to peruse,
you are not being forced, you are drinking at will,
booze gets you drunk,
' It Does Not Make You Kill''.
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`` It Does Not Make You Kill ``
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