Corrosive, amber, poison dram
Gnawing at liver’s health
Countless lives gone too soon
Stolen by lies and stealth
I know you well and will not yield
So try best to have your way
Your sirens’ call will fail to lure
I’m sure to win the day
But who can know your secret plan
What tricks you keep in store
To play on poor souls such as I
Who keep coming back for more.