It takes all your money
Becomes your Sweet Honey
Destroys all you seek
Makes mind and body weak
No Genie in the Bottle, although it feels like magic
Tasty elixir, pure poison, scenes are tragic
Feel Ten feet Tall, Bullet Proof
To far gone and can not see the truth
Its sly and cunning, has its way
Its hold grows tighter every day
Empty of life, alone, but still standing
The bottle that called is now demanding
Linda Moore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tragedies-of-life/
