Confessions Of A Forever Drunk Driver. Poem by Michael Gale
Confessions Of A Forever Drunk Driver.
(I abhore drunk drivers and thusly have wrote this poem about their i don't give a damned attitude for life or anyone's safety.)
More bars in more places...
Not enough land or spaces.
Pass that brew on down the bar...
For soon-I've got to get in and drive away in my car.
Along i go on down the street....
It is a lot easier than walking on my own two feet.
Whoa! Where did that person come from? ...
It does not look as if they'd be out hitchin' with their thumb.
Thud! Now a crunch, as my car runs them down...
I guess they won't be smilin', but be wearin' a frown.
There they go, on down...
Lots of red blood, not colored like a shade of brown.
Ambulance on it's way...
Gotta go, i just can't stay.
It's off to jail i go...
When i get out, nobody will know.
It is my seventh offense...
Just last week, i plowed through a wooden fence.
Right through someone's front living room...
The sound, then heard was a crashing boom!
I'll still keep on driving without a license, because i just won't learn...
Maybe next time i'll have to kill someone or even make them burn.
That beer is oh so fine...
The only thing better is Ripple, Thunderbird, or wine.
I echo your sentiments here, Michael....I admit to having many vices & i've made a many mistake in my 50 years....but i never understood how getting drunk, felt good. I know most people drink...and so many say they love the rush....but the one & only time i got torched, was in mu Sophomore year in College. I played Baskeyball for Concordia College of New York(NCAA/Div.III) I had just scored my career high of 39 points....and the team literally carried me to the local hang-out....I ordered a Tequila Sunrise...told the man to make it weak....but the team had other ideas....As you probably know, this drink has sweet grenadine in it....The guys told the bartender to triple up the grenadine & double up the tequila! Now, with the drink sooooooo sweet, i could not detect the extra punch of tequila! I had 3 of them....all double shots...Remember, now...i had never drank hard booze at all...Beer, yes...but not hard liquor.One hour after the 3rd & final drink, i swear i thpought i was dying of a stroke...I had no idea where i was...who i was with...and what to do.... AND, MICHAEL JEFFREY...THAT IS THE 1ST & LAST TIME I DRANK HARD BOOZE! However...all that said, whew...how someone could chance feeling as i did, and then get behind the wheel of a car...is ineffeble to describe.Great work here, MKG inTENse, and all too true! Frank/F j R ....2009....
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5/12/2024 5:24:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow this is amazing.nice title too