Write a poem about how alcohol is bad for you.

I hope this works

Pain or Pleasure?
A Poison picked,
A moment missed.

Ingested,
Until you're sick.

Every measure,
Enticed so quick.

Embraced,
Brick by Brick

Oh,
Hugs of concrete.

Here is another and it all caps sorry

MOMMY I'M SORRY I MANIPULATE YOU FOR,
THE ALCOHOL I FEEL I LOVE MORE,
AND DADDY I'M SORRY I PRETEND I'M NAIVE,
ALL ABOUT MY BAD DEEDS,
I TRIED SO TO STAY DRY, BUT THE RAIN IT POURS INSIDE, I'M DROWIMG IN MY OWN SELF, I'M SUFFOCATING with my mental health, and i try so hard, to be who you care for , the girl who laughs just cause she can,
who asks for hugsbefore bed,but really I'm all alone, dancing with my demons on my own please don't hate me i couldn't survive i do that engouh for myself, amd i can no longer hide. That i don't have a problem with substances, that i can recognize when I've had engoh.
im so tired of pretending it under control this feeling of alcohol that sings in my soul, the cough syrup that makes my shaky thoughts. Become shaky feet, legs, and hands, I'd rather feel phisicaly ill, than continue to be mentally unwell, so that i will countine to veer off the tracks, and spin out of control, it's just a fact, i have no sense of when to stop. It's so hard to be in my own head,everyday it's like death, i die a bit, a piece of me fades away, and I'm sorry to inform you to say I'm not okay, , I'm just not alright with myself i will countine to fight, please dont hate me i couldn't survive i do that engouh foe myself and i can no longer hide that i don't have a problem with substances thant i canrecognize when I've had engouh

Iwould say c. take responsibility for your behavior

The penis goes in the vagina kid, the 31 year old girlfriend must be your mom asking you are you ready to go to bed.