Mark R Slaughter


Dipsomaniac – his elbow
Resting on the bar: that man was
In the pub throughout his life. He
Never really stopped to think,
Knocking back the bloody drink.

Copyright © Mark Raymond Slaughter 2009

Submitted: Friday, April 10, 2009
Edited: Sunday, May 08, 2011

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  • Alison Cassidy (4/18/2009 8:55:00 PM)

    It's rare to hear the word dipsomaniac - so much more poetic than alcoholic or drunk - to describe those sad souls for whom 'one drink' is not an option. Humor delivered poetically and with a serious message. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • Sid John Gardner. (4/15/2009 4:45:00 PM)

    He didn't have the wherewithall his heart to warm a cockle; Seeing life through the bottom of a bottle.A subject close to a real ale drinkers heart.But drink to remember, never to forget.
    Sid (Report) Reply

  • Marie Shine (4/15/2009 4:19:00 PM)

    I've learned a new word today - dipsomaniac.Thank you Mark.
    This poem is so true to life and an everyday occurance for some.
    What a sad way to spend time, so precious and so valuable.
    Well though out poem and very well written, so much said in so few words.
    A well deserved 10 from me. (Report) Reply

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