I Am Afraid Of Your Alcohol Fueled Mind Poem by Pheko Motaung

I Am Afraid Of Your Alcohol Fueled Mind

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You used to be so
Handsome
All the girls in town
Used to dream about you
I thought you were sent
To me by heaven above
From a prince charming
who used to steal their hearts
Nobody wants to be seen
With you because between you
and the field mouse you would
Lose the darn mismatch outright
because you have donated
Your good looks to alcohol
And now you look like a frog
Alcohol abuse has turned
You into a mad mindless
Sex machine monster
Our daughters are not
Safe when you're in the house
Your hostile face is a battle
field of gun shots
and knife wounds
Look it here mister drunkard
I am not one of them
Objects of pity women
I am gonna take my children
And live you in your vomit
And your alcohol filled house
Don't think I'm going
To be the victim of your
Alcohol binges driven rages
I'm not gonna sit here and wait
for you to murder me
And my children and yourself
Family murder is so rife in
this alcohol ravaged neighborhood
Don't expect my family to be
dishonored among the statistics

I am afraid of
Your alcohol fueled mind
You came and your speech
Was incoherent and you were
Walking on wobbly legs
Picture the shameful scene
In front of the church
People you screamed out loud
And demanded from me
Your sick conjugal rights
I am afraid of
Your alcohol fueled mind

There are three ugly possibilities
That your mindless drunkenness
Will lead you to
The first
Is the drunk possibility of
ending in the hot slammer of jail
The second
Is when you will never sober
Up in the loony mad house
The most important which I wish for you
Is when you
Will go to your tomb in death never
Having discovered who
Stabbed you to death
You have shamed me this much
To the no forgiveness point
Of no return merciless boiling anger

My far distant lover
Come out of reserve
Too long you have been
Waiting in the wings
I prefer to commit the sin
Of adultery with you
This guy has divorced me and
Married himself off to the bottle
And the shamefulness of self degradation
I prefer your amorous care secret lover
Rather than be
The widow to alcoholism and foolishness
Since you're pure and your great sin
Is to be drunk with love

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Jani 26 May 2014

You used a uneque concept I like it

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Simon Collins 26 May 2012

Brave words needed to be spoken, thanks

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