My Song/Poem- Alcoholisation....Confessions of an alcoholic

You can try to tempt me
And persuade me
For I'm battling the moonshine of the toddy
Felt the pain
Cherished the agony
Rented in the 'state' and been a slave
To this thing said to be as a shapeless matter

Body is weakening
Affluency is decreasing
and Close-ones departing
and, and I'm left
with a bottle
with no shapeless matter
This,this is due to the thing
I call...........alcoholisation