The Cocktail that I call life

A wondrous lifetime cocktail,
Misery and woe,
Topped up with cheap sarcasm,
Though “you” would never know,
A bile tongue in the morning,
Turning vile by early lunch,
Some insults served as hor d’oeuvres,
With knuckles that I crunch,
Fizzy fiended frolics,
Shots that shake the bones,
Causing mother’s ruin,
Cracked windows from thrown stones,
Pints of blood have been spilled,
Mopped up off the floors,
Fancy drinks, with pompous clinks,
Been swigged down by the score,
The cocktail that I call life,
I’ll drink until I’m dead,
For now it quells the demons,
But life’s with a sore head.