Prison Of Alcohol Poem by Dorsey Baker

Prison Of Alcohol



his whiskey
bottle is empty
he falls asleep
in a thick of grass
behind a liqueur store
he drank
the whiskey
and got drunk
he can't sober up
unless he
sleeps it off
if you take him to jail
you would just be
doing him a favor
because he is
already in prison
the prison of alcohol!

Friday, July 20, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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