Oh My Oh

it is about people who drink alcohol

OH! MY OH!

Oh! My oh!

That is a blow

Feeling so low

Down to the flow

Because of this alcoblow

Counting one to four

Sent to prison until year four

Oh! My oh!

 

Oh! Yes Oh! Yes oh! Yes

I remember the face

We were jobless

As if we were crazy madness

Drinking to be stress less

But we were senseless

Fighting to become toothless

Yes, we were manner less

Pagans, yes, churchless

But are we merciless?

 

I remember,

At the counter,

New things we encounter,

Blue moon vodka,

Johnny walker,

Mr. Moon Walker,

We played poker,

Breaking a locker

No one is a broker

Like playing soccer

Am not a joker

Am called Moka.

 

 

 

 

 

Oh! My oh!

After drinking ten bottles at the bars,

And now we are behind bars,

From earth to mass,

Either fail or pass,

In the prison bus,

Alcohol like a gas,

Can’t feel my heartbeat pulse,

That’s a curse

Am kind of fantabolous.

 

They said choices have consequences,

Change this presence

Like a death kiss,

This,

Drinking causing liver cirrhosis

This is a murder case.

 

NACADA

This is a new folder,

Like a bank account holder,

Full of powder,

In prison I ponder

But I,

In pain,

Drinking with no gain

Again and again,

It is like a game

But am in shame

Was I looking for fame?

 

We are blind 

Thinking we would find

But just behind.

 

 

 

 

 

It is a lesson

We are in prison

Not a fiction

Drinking without intention

But landing in detention

Am under medication

Putting a stop to this addiction.

 

To all those drinking

Without knowing, thinking

False winking

Think twice

Get this advice

Avoid this crisis,

Liver cirrhosis

Truth or lies

Open your eyes

See ahead

 

The best.

              ©Moka George Mike