A.J. Ryan

Rookie - 0 Points (Dublin, Ireland)

A Bad Man Called Liquor - Poem by A.J. Ryan

I wake up slowly to see
A bad man called Liquor.
I look at him as he sits beside me,
And he makes me feel sicker.

I look at him and I feel
His sharp blade ends,
Stinging the nerves of my teeth,
When I became his friend.

I look at him and think
Of last night when he put me to sleep.
All I wanted was one drink
But he made me collapse, like stones, in a heap.

I look at him and I crack
I stand to pick him up.
I say 'Dear Liquor, you're not coming back,
I've had just about enough.'

Poet's Notes about The Poem

'A Bad Man Called Liquor' is a story about a man, who sees the more negative side of drinking. He feels the affect the drink had on him, just through the previous night when he drank himself to sleep. It sort of highlights the cons of drinking.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 11, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 5, 2012

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