Risky Without Whisky

Chances are rare

I go by air

Most of the time

Roads are at prime

The days have gone

People own

The road zone

The soil tone

Caught our pawn

In my city

On a pity

A road took birth

Till its girth

Lode of coaltar

In drum and jar

To a distance far

Bricks and bar

Set and laid

The road was made

Decorated like a bride 

People felt pride

Moved to the way

Months passed away

Materials lost hold

Road became old

Always this road

Is full of load

Totally broken

No toll and token

Without any care

Waiting for repair

The road has become

Rough and steep

In my car 

Don't allow sleep

Presence of pits

Make restless sits

At some zone

Places unknown

Windows beat

And trembling driver's feet

In this eon

Poor quality stone

Contractors con

Accident-prone

Numerous pebble

Driver babble

Broken light

Problems in night

No signboard

Safety by cord

In the name of Lord

Courage I hoard

Driver's trick

In crowdy traffic

Breakers' kick

Seats I lick

Without drinking whiskey

The road is risky

My car was new

Changed parts few

Looked like a hod

Driving was sod

It seems odd

But because of road

With decision bold

My car I sold

Now the road has burst

With condition worst

To go there

Till its repair

Will not be fair