A few pegs later, starts his drama,
Weeping and confronting his wife,
Promising heaven and moon,
His true inner self emerges out.
His addiction turns him a clown,
Talking nonsense, often is funny,
Yet childish with the tantrums,
Shouting on the top of his voice.
The next day, I see him, refined,
Of no trace of the clown in him,
Clad in work attire, elegant,
Clean shaven , hurrying to office.