Cunning is that chilled Chablis
Clever, corrupting, conniving is she
Conquering a will that’s no longer free
Callous and cold…why can’t he see?
A capacious chalice: his coping way
Captive, controlled by Cabernet’s sway
Consuming, concealing, he concocts his day
Caring, compassion have been led astray
Cursing into Crown Royal and Coke
He’d cry, complain, command when he spoke
Chicanery, calamity became his yoke
Remembering not a thing when he awoke
Courage to change course is but a start
Confronting cowardice, playing it smart
Coping, hoping these cravings depart
Cutting the chains constricting his heart.