Coca-Cola

I was sloshing down two cans of hard Coca-Cola a day.

Quivering like a fool.

Family were in tears around me.

Begging I drop the stuff.

Pleading for a return to normality.

Their waterlogged eyes stared,

I placed the can's spout to my lips,

Guzzled another mouthful.

A process almost instinctive.

I held the can aloft,

Masking the weeping family.

I stroked the can.

Leant in for another swig.