Better not talk to her while she sips her tea.
She yields an awesome power, she can crush you.
Or make your days in office unbearable too.
Her mean spirits we can clearly see.
No pleas nor rehabs have made a change,
She seeks her comfort and strength from the sauce,
Her addiction to the monster’s her misery’s cause.
And her secret’s kept in the fervent outrage.
For her, there’s nothing but that one same day,
She has crawled into her bottle,
Curled up in a cozy huddle,
And there, she will always stay.
By Hilkka Wiesner