Fine Wine?

Some maybe green or purple they grow on vines.

That may intertwine between lines of houses.

You may get addicted with one sip.

The mind slips away slowly going into a delusion with no conclusion.

The taste is delicious and sweet but the effects are vicious and deplete.

The poisons of wine maybe divine if you want a taste of this fine wine.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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