Alcoholic Poem by Talisa Dee Whitmore
Alcoholic
Words slurred out of your mouth,
until you fall on the couch.
You stumble and then fall,
too drunk not to crawl.
The smell of you is more a stink,
alcohol is the smell that makes you reek.
You take another shot,
now to the floor you drop.
I know why you take another sip,
you're an alcoholic.
a well remembered sight of intoxication most of us in the western world have viewed such sights many were our friends passing passage into age of adulthood
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4/26/2024 7:54:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Talisa you know poetry for sure