Alcoholic

'Tis really rather cruel
I think
That you've chosen as
Your favorite drink
Not whiskey, gin
Or any beers
But a goblet filled
With wine sweet tears

Many a man
Has drowned himself
In bottles bought
From off the shelf
But you choose to satisfy
Your vice
With a liquor stolen
From my eyes

Just like the grapes
From off the vine
The sweetest tears
Come over time
With the honey taste
Of your creation
Imagine the process
Of fermentation!!