It Comes In A Clear Glass Cup

Its clear and colorless,

Void of smell, strong of taste.

A little turns to too much,

All in the blink of an eye.

In a glass of its color,

Like water, it does undetected to the eye.

Only known by it’s taste.

Wanted and desired,

Misused bringing downfall with each ounce.

An overdose, lethal and poisonous.

Causing delusion and misjudgment.

With eyes bloodshot like those of nocturnal animals.

Sick are those who drink it.

It is what it is.

It does what it does.

It Comes In A Clear Glass Cup…