One Woman Drives Poem by Randy McClave

One woman drives you to the bottle
And then you pick it up to drink,
And then later you will stagger and waddle
Not once do you worry or think.
Then you do it over again and again
She drives you to the bottle once more,
You know that indeed it is a sin
As now she drives you to the liquor store.

One woman drives you to get drunk
And now you drink all of the time,
Into deep depression you have sunk
Into drunkenness you did climb.
From her side you decide that you will never leave
So, you drink and drink to hide and forget,
Now you are to drunk to ever grieve
As you and her are now the perfect duet.

One woman drives you to a bar
Then there you meet many others just like you,
Everyone sees and knows of your scar
And they all forgivingly buy you a brew.
You tell everyone how you ended up there
All because of a woman who cheated and used you for fun
At the bottom of you glass with tears you stare
You then go out and buy yourself a gun.

Randy L. McClave