What to do with this liquor inducer?

 

Some thoughts and concerns over ever-growing liquor sales, in the form of poetry:

What to do with this liquor inducer,

A greedy, wealth and power monger,

More of a dangerous creature,

His profit-seeking ways are poisoning the lives of many,

He's an enabler and a destroyer all in one,

Trying to spread his wings all over,

Here are five poems about his nature,

Someone please nip him in the bud, forever…

A man so shallow, so callous, so blind,

To the people he means to keep in bind.

He sells the poison that ruins their lives,

And when they suffer, he has no strife.

He offers them food and encourages them to drink,

Disregarding their future, he's deadly in his wink.

He takes their money and profits from their pain,

The sorrow he causes, he'll never regain.

He has no skill to survive, but he'll bluff his way,

He's a drunkard to the core, with nothing else to say.

He's opened liquor shops everywhere, all around,

And with the profits, he's doing nothing that is good.

The community he builds of drunkards and alcoholics,

Their lives he destroys, and never takes a pity.

He's unconcerned of the problems they create,

All he wants is money, they're just his bait.

This liquor shop owner is truly a menace,

His selfishness has no bounds, it's so immense.

His actions are wrong and have caused great distress,

But to his relatives and friends it is all success.

Though customers have become alcoholics and irresponsible,

He doesn't care and just wants to be invincible.

Having no skill to survive and just bluff his way,

He has only alcohol to make him sway.

Let him be a lesson to all of mankind,

That being selfish and so heartless is not kind.

For the sake of others and their well-being,

He should have helped them instead of being mean.

He stands tall and proud, a master of his trade,

A liquor store his weapon and his blade.

He sells the booze to everyone,

It's his way to make his fortune, again and again.

He thinks he plays no part in their destruction,

And doesn't understand why they're in such a funk.

He just wants to make a living and so,

He sells his beer, whisky, gin and rum.

He'll take no responsibility,

For the lives his liquor destroys.

Not aware of the damage he causes

He just wants to make more joys.

He's in it for the money, his business is his aim,

He'll never understand the sadness of his game.

The cycle of destruction he helps to create,

Will never be understood until it's too late.

He says I am not a villain; I am just trying to survive,

But his actions will have consequences that he can't deny.

His profit-seeking ways are poisoning the lives of many,

He's an enabler and a destroyer all in one.

This man's heart is so cold,

His soul is made of stone,

His mind is so distant,

He's never fully known.

He opens up a liquor shop,

And sells to all men and women,

He makes them drink and drink again,

The money is his win.

He cares not if they stumble,

Or if their lives go awry,

He only watches with a smile,

As their troubles multiply.

His heart is filled with greed,

His pockets are full of cash,

His conscience is too far away,

To even feel the lash.

This man's actions are so wrong,

His soul is full of vice,

He's made a world around him,

Where everyone's addicted to the bottle of lies.

This liquor shop owner stands apart,

A man of selfish heart.

No care for the well-being of men and women,

No thought for the damage to those within.

He bluffs his way, a nice man he pretends,

But alcohol is all that he comprehends.

He feeds his family and friends with his ill-gotten gains,

And recklessly encourages them to feel no shame.

The problems created by this drunken lot,

Are of no consequence to this man of rot.

He only wants the money that comes from his stock,

No thought of the damage and hurt that he has brought.

This liquor shop owner stands apart,

A man with no skill for survival of the heart.