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CORONA LIMERICK - 3

Can an alcoholic give up drinking?
Or a chain-smoker habit of smoking?
I haven't seen one such man,
Nor till death can I see one,
Coz tobacco, liquor, are so defining.

 There's no street without booze and bars.
There's no time that forbids dirty affairs.
In the suns, in the darks,
Each place bears the pug marks
Of narcotic guzzlers, pimps and czars.

 The uneducated, the unemployed,
And the educated, the employed -
Some are mad of the gain,
Some to forget their pain -
The elixir has got all sangfroid.

 Yet i wonder how they got wean'd off,
All of a sudden, those 'life-giving' stuff!
No wine, toddy or beer,
No ganja, no cigar!
Can one-time COVID get the addicts give up?

 If you say 'Yes', you're gravely mistaken.
I bet you'll now find each store clean-shaven...
Every store has a back door,
In thickets taste doesn't differ,
That there're underlying facts you've forgotten.

 - N P SAMAL

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