Anyone who has dealt with alcoholism, I think, will find a lot to relate to in this poem. Enjoy.
Hello dear bottle of clear liquid,
your glass-house is beautifully made,
I’m a pop your chimney cap off,
and drink your sweet innards down!
WOW! I feel so good after drinking your juice,
what is this magic?
I feel awesome, but I can’t properly move!
Meh, I kind of like that, moving is for squares!
Well, last night was fun, alcohol
but this morning I feel like DEATH!
To think, I’ve missed out on you all my life,
But this hangover thing, I’m not a fan!
Oh hello again alcohol,
it’s been three months since I last drank you,
but here we are once more, *drinks*
“HELLO VODKA, LOVE YOUR WORK!”
Oh wow, this hangover is way too bad,
I may have gone overboard last night!
I wonder what I said to that cute girl,
Why is my bed all wet, I pissed myself!
I haven’t had you since last week,
It’s been too long huh?
Yeah, it has, let’s get down to business.
Uh oh, I have no memory of last night?
I have bruises on my hands, my arms and thighs,
Did I get into a fight?
But, did I also set the party on FIRE!?
Of course I did,
my drinking is justified,
if it makes others happy,
It’s all okay if people love me for it.
I’m feeling quite low and upset and stressed,
maybe I could go for a run like I used to,
but maybe I could drink, and drown this shit,
I think I’ll have a drink or two.
I’m being arrested,
by the police, no less,
I’m being taken to jail!
I opted for the rehab option,
versus the jail option,
I’m now in rehab,
doing well, but wants a cocktail!
Thank for reading!