Demon Friend

The demon friend I love then hate,

the kind of friend you don’t advocate.

At any rate, it can change your state,

this friend I would not advocate.

For enjoying one will lead to three,

from gentle buzz to stinging bee.

A pint, a bottle, a barrel, a crate,

a friend that I should not advocate.

Enjoyed with friends or sipped alone,

for many it can change the tone.

Leading to a good or evil state,

a friend I should not advocate.

However, so many can relate,

as the realisation always comes too late.

And the hangover is a chosen fate,

from the demon drink we love then hate.

Poetic Scoundrel