Towards a Recognition of Self

I'm mellow with merlot,
Sanguine with red wine...
Cabernet Sauvignon, I'm still feeling fine...
Banange! I hear you,
Reminds me of old,
It's much better warm, why serve it up cold?
But my dear new good friend, you're too pricey by far,
I don't know how many will make me not drive a car...
Dependable Club, you're never a bind,
Drink you all night and I'll still be aligned.
Tequillas? No thank you, I've heard how it plays...
Sambuca, my shot, for the rest of my days.
Tusker, Castle, or anything Lite...
You've never, not once, made me get into a fight.
But there, that's the crux, the point of this yarn,
I have a problem, God damn it, and darn.
'Cos on Whisky, I'm frisky, and feisty, and mad...
T Malt, you bastard, you make me so bad...
You're the main reason my wife is so sad...
My fam, my dearest, they know you're my cad;
My bounder, my worst self, the least I can be,
All laid bare by your tempting 'will be'...
On Nile I'm vile,
My Mum would cry out...
"Stop it, please stop it... she's the only source left of your better-self smile".
So enough of the strong stuff, the mad juice, the cad...
Time to go back, to the husband...the Dad.