Ode To The Alcoholic Poem by L.. Pierson
Ode To The Alcoholic
Sipping his drink
As he sits on the bed
Rubbing his eyes
And scratching his head
His legs are so shaky
He can’t even stand up
But you better believe
He’s still holding that cup
Memories of last night
Are not very clear
No he hasn’t a clue
How he even got here
There are scrapes on his arm
And cuts on his head
If the drinking continues
He’ll soon wind up dead
He says he will quit
Yea, we’ve heard this before
When he should be at work
He’s out cold on the floor
This is a disease
He can’t do it alone
How do you get through
To a man that is stoned
He once was a good man
It’s a terrible shame
Only he and his
Precious Jack Daniels to blame
Soooo clever, and it rhymes. Love this cuz i feel your pain cuz you describe it so beautifully.... I have never had a family member drink like this before, but i hope your're ok... Stay strong..
This is Great. I was going to write out my anger at your 'Men' poem as continuing the bashing Men so prevalent by women today. Noting that your you chose to not identify your gender, I looked further & read your bio & then this piece. - I've decide instead to compliment & acknowledge empathy for your courage to share your poems here & the therapeutic benefits that I just got as well. Thanks, (now I can let go the need to write a 'Women' version) : -)
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4/26/2024 6:38:21 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A very vivid picture in this poem