Refreshing It

I keep noticing –
Movies now have less
Cigarette smoking.
That’s good!
Yet booze flows freely…

Through struggles
I know now what booze is –
A liquid lie,
Bent on destroying
Body spirit and mind
Not out of evil spite.
No, we made it ourselves,
To ourselves
And accepted as indenting reality
That we keep it
To brighten our days.

Yet for some of us
That joy is the worst poison.
And to all others – wasn’t it still deadly?
Yet they too take it fondly
And call it refreshments
While it’s anything but!
They keep returning to it,
Not as wildly as I would, granted,
But don’t they seem to
Depend on getting refreshed?