Not Tonight
Like a Siren calling me
Relentlessly to death,
My latent love of alcohol
haunts my every breath.
It started out quite innocent-
A scotch sipped here and there-
Progressing by degrees into
a sordid love affair.
A beer or three drunk at the game
And I was good company.
But, starting in the parking lot
I got disorderly.
Once a few drinks were consumed
Cold winter evenings lost their gloom-
Until my wife divorced me-
Now I live in rented rooms.
I managed, barely, while at work
I’ve got a union card.
I was often absent Mondays
which my boss thought very odd.
I had to find myself some help
To rise from my despair-
Wednesday nights in my church basement
There’s an A.A. meeting there.
I have a mentor guiding me
He’s been to Hell and back.
He always takes my phone calls
when Johnnie Walker wants me back..
And so I will not drink today
Ten weeks now I’ve been sober.
I spilled the drink into the sink-
I think… I hope it’s over.
While this is a work of fiction, it is a true story for many friends of Bill W.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Another Good Reason
(harley allen/carson chamberlain)
I woke up the other night
Lying on the floor
Right beside someone
Ive never seen before
She said my names juliet
And romeo you aint
Thats another good reason not to drink
Thats another good reason not to drink
When Im sober Im almost a saint
If I keep going on like this
Ill end up like ole hank
Thats another good reason not to drink
I cant go see my best friend
He said stay away
Just because of what I said
On his wedding day
He oughta call a sherman
Cause she looks just like a tank
Thats another good reason not to drink
Thats another good reason not to drink
When Im sober Im almost a saint
If I keep going on like this
Ill end up like ole hank
Thats another good reason not to drink
Im gonna sue to city
About that policeman
Last night as I left the bar
He stepped right on my hand
He said are you drunk or blind?
I said let me think.
Thats another good reason not to drink
Thats another good reason not to drink
When Im sober Im almost a saint
If I keep going on like this
Ill end up like ole hank
Thats another good reason not to drink
Thats another good reason not to drink
When Im sober Im almost a saint
If I keep going on like this
Ill end up like ole hank
Thats another good reason
Baby let me in Im freezing
Another good reason not to drink
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Just One Drink.
He knew that if he had
just the one drink
that he'd be back
on the wagon again
back to the shut up room
and dead head
and stinking bed
and the woman off again
and the door slamming
and her voice echoing
up the from the hall
as her footsteps faded
come on
the guys said
just the one shot
but no he had to stay strong
keep the booze away
from hand and lips
and hey Joey come on
just a drink with me huh?
one lousy drink with a pal
whose lady's left him
for some other guy
no
he said
I can't have one drink
I don't do one drinks
I got to stay strong
got to look at the big picture
so his friend said
shrew you Joey
I'll find others
who'll drink with me
and off he went
and Joey sipped his lemonade
and looked at the bottles
behind the bar
looking back him
saying silently
ha ha ha.
poem by Terry Collett
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What's The Use Of Getting Sober
Dv = deep voice, sv = squeaky voice
Dv: boy, you listen to your old pappy
Sv: yeah, pappy
Dv: and stop drinking so much
Sv: i'm-i'm ain't been doing so much drinking, pappy
Dv: shut up, boy! you drink all day and you drink all night and you know, son, that that ain't right
Sv: oh pappy, you just give me a chance. i, i can, i . . .
Dv: shut up, boy! boy, you're lookin' thin as a twig
Sv: i know that . . .
Dv: look likes your dear old pappy - about to blow your wig
Sv: oh i'm gonna blow my wig, pappy
What's the use of getting sober
When you're gonna get drunk again
Oh sam done something fine
When he bought that good whiskey, beer and wine
I love my whiskey and i love my gin
Every time you see me i'm in my sin
So what's the use of getting sober
When you're gonna get drunk again
Dv:
I went out last night about half past one
Thought i'd whoop it up a little and have some fun
I got me a half pint about half past two
Mmm, mmm, the way i was feeling you know what i wanna do
Got me a pint about half past four
Felt so good, went out and got me some more
Got me a quart about half past five
Boy, that was so nice didn't know if i was dead or alive
So what's the use of getting sober if you're gonna get drunk again
Oh sam done something fine
When he bought that good whiskey, beer and wine
I love my whiskey and i love my gin
Every time you see me i'm in my sin
So what's the use of getting sober
When you're gonna get drunk again
Well i've been thinking
But i keep drinking
I guess i'm 'bout lose my mind
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Some Men
Lyrics & music: daryl hall
Some men call half way around the world if theyve got a phone game to play
Then again some men call their mom every day
Old boys drink bad beer and throw the cans out in the street
Playboys sit and sip red wine, some drink malt whiskey neat
So if you can, you talk about some men
If you can, you can talk about some men
Baby if you can, you can talk about some men
If you can, you can talk about some men
Colonels collect animal heads and hang their guns up on the wall
Corn balls watch television then pull a gun out in the hall
Crew-cut rainbows hang on streets hoping theyll find a friend
Odd balls running fast enough hope that they wont find their end
So if you can, you can talk about some men
Baby if you can, you can talk about some men
Sleep all night work all day
Work all night sleep all day
Drink all night sick all day
Sick all night drink all day
Dream all night if you can
We aint soldiers so dont generalize
No categories because it takes all kinds
You can sleep all night you can work all day
You can trip all night peak all day
If you can, you can talk about some men
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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With Assistance You Can Win Back Your Pride
I'm not an ''alkie'' but I enjoy a drink,
My intake I can never remember,
My friends are saying I'm on the brink,
Of the pub I'm an honorary member.
I never take notes of how much I've had,
Nor how many times I go out,
They look upon me as a Jack the lad,
I certainly don't behave like a lout.
Am I aggressive well that would depend?
I don't go looking for fights,
But if I'm pushed myself I'll defend,
I'm entitled to protect my rights.
I miss the odd workday here and there,
But that's nothing to do with the booze,
So before you start let me make you aware,
I will always do what I choose.
Drink has no bearing on my state of health,
I'm as fit as an athlete I'd say,
I'll admit it does take its toll on my wealth,
But I'm fine when I get my next pay.
I always had company but not anymore,
They're saying I was becoming a pain,
When drinking my aggression would come to the fore,
I'll never speak to any of them again.
I drink alone now I can take what I like,
I'm sick of them nipping my head,
Every one of them can go take a hike,
I enjoy getting out of my head.
I buy from superstores and corner shops,
You get far more booze for your money,
In the public bars you get charged for their slops,
With my cargo I'm the bee in the honey.
I've lost my job now why I don't know,
They're saying I was out of control,
Being blind drunk at work I'd hit a new low,
A hair of the dog I would always extol.
I don't have a problem despite what they say,
That's what I wanted to believe,
At least that's the message I was trying to convey,
It was myself I was trying to deceive.
I controlled alcohol not the other way round,
My dependency I would try to defend,
All over the house there was drink to be found,
My condition I could no longer defend.
The next thing I knew I had lost my house,
My wife couldn't stand all the lying,
She said my behaviour was that of a louse,
That she couldn't bear to watch me dying.
My children and parents tried their best,
But their moaning I could no longer stand,
They were just the same as all the rest,
Being deceitful and so underhand.
My ill health was something I wouldn't admit,
Though at times it made me quite pensive,
Despite my state I refused to quit,
My addiction was far too extensive.
I looked in the mirror and thought of the cost,
Was this worth losing all that I love?
Staring back was this stranger I thought I had lost,
This was divine intervention from above.
I'm an alcoholic I finally admitted,
The reality then hit me in the face,
The pieces of this jigsaw finally fitted,
To those around me I have been a disgrace.
It was then I tasted some humble pie,
Friends and family then all rallied round,
They told me they didn't want to see me die,
Working together a new start could be found.
My liver was ravaged beyond repair,
Though it's not alcohol, on which I'll lay blame,
The fault lies with me, fair and square,
Blaming others well that's pretty lame.
I'm well on the road to recovery now,
No alcohol is how I must live,
It's now I admit I was addicted and how,
Abuse of alcohol just does not forgive.
There is a road back that you can pursue,
But only you and you alone can decide,
If you have the willpower to see it through,
'' With Assistance You Can Win Back Your Pride ''
What's The Use Of Getting Sober (When You're Gonna Get Drunk Again)
(words and music by Bubsy Meyers)
[DV = dark voice, SV = squeaky voice]
DV: Boy, you listen to your old Pappy
SV: Yeah, Pappy
DV: And stop drinking so much
SV: I'm-I'm ain't been doing so much drinking, Pappy
DV: Shut up, boy! You drink all day
and you drink all night
and you know, son, that that ain't right
SV: Oh Pappy, you just give me a chance. I, I can, I...
DV: Shut up, boy!
Boy, you're lookin' thin as a twig
SV: I know that...
DV: Look likes your dear old Pappy - about to blow your wig
SV: Oh I'm gonna blow my wig, Pappy
What's the use of getting sober
When you're gonna get drunk again
Oh Sam done something fine
When he bought that good whiskey, beer and wine
I love my whiskey and I love my gin
Every time you see me I'm in my sin
So what's the use of getting sober
When you're gonna get drunk again
DV: I went out last night about half past one
Thought I'd whoop it up a little and have some fun
I got me a half pint about half past two
Mmm, mmm, the way I was feeling you know what I wanna do
Got me a pint about half past four
Felt so good, went out and got me some more
Got me a quart about half past five
Boy, that was so nice didn't know if I was dead or alive
So what's the use of getting sober
If you're gonna get drunk again
Oh Sam done something fine
When he bought that good whiskey, beer and wine
I love my whiskey and I love my gin
Every time you see me I'm in my sin
So what's the use of getting sober
When you're gonna get drunk again
Well I've been thinking
But I keep drinking
I guess I'm 'bout lose my mind
(C) Leeds Music Ltd.
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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You Drink, You Drive, You Spill
I say dont drink and drive
You might spill your drink
Before you get behind
That wheel, just stop & think
You can take you chances
But theres so much to lose
Another bumpy road,
Theres so much wasted booze
Im not so worried
About how many I kill
Im much more concerned
With how much beer I spill
35% of accidents
Are caused by pixilated
The other 65 are not
Alcohol related
What does this tell us
About the drunk drivers
They seem to have a
Better record than
The sober team
song performed by by NOFX
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The Weather Is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful
By: jimmy buffett
1980
This song is for billy clyde tuggel. I hope you make it to tahiti one day.
-- spoken:
Play ball!! (one, two, three, four)
Wheres my per diem? (ladies and gentlemen, the carl reiner band)
Hey bobby, wheres the keys to the rent-a-car?
Jimmy, jimmy, can I open the show in atlanta please?
Warning! dont ever start a band!
He worked hard all year, just wanted a few weeks alone
But his old ladys into modelin, she cant get away from a phone
Besides she bitches about the mosquitoes
She says, down there there is nothing to do
Her goddamn phone never stops ringin
Hell try the service in a day maybe two
Well hes on his third drink before the wheels of the plane leave the ground
Makin points with the stewardess high over long island sound
Shes also spending some time on the island
Too much city madness gives her the blues
They make a date to go dancin and dinin
It seems neither has that much to lose
Chorus:
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
My thoughts arent too clear but dont run away
My girlfriends a bore, my job is too dutiful
Hell nobodys perfect would you like to play?
I feel together today
Well now thats just the start of a well-deserved overdue binge
Meanwhile back in the city certain people are starting to cringe
His lawyers are calling his parents
His girlfriend doesnt know what to think
His partners are studying their options
Hes just singin and orderin drinks
Chorus:
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear lifes so easy today
The beer is too cold, the daiquiris too fruitiful
No place like home when youre this far away
I dont care what they say (I dont care)
Hes goin back to new york pack it up and let everyone know
It was something that he should have done such a long time ago
Still time to start a new life in the palm trees
Ah, billy clyde wasnt insane
And if it doesnt work out therell never be any doubt
That the pleasure was worth all the pain
Chorus:
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear lifes so easy today
The beer is too cold, the daiquiris too fruitiful
No place like home when youre this far away
Time for to play
I need time for to play
Time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
- notes:
Billy clyde tuggel was a character in the soap opera all my children.
(see album dedication)
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Have A Drink On Me
Whiskey, gin and brandy
With a glass Im pretty handy
Im trying to walk a straight line
On sour mash and cheap wine
So join me for a drink boys
Were gonna make a big noise
So dont worry about tomorrow
Take it today
Forget about the cheque
Well get hell to pay
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Yeah
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
On me
Come on
Dizzy, drunk and fightin
On tequila white lightnin
My glass is getting shorter
On whiskey, ice and water
So come on and have a good time
And get blinded out of your mind
So dont worry about tomorrow
Take it today
Forget about the cheque
Well get hell to pay
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
On me
Get stoned
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Yeah
Have a drink on me
Come on
Oooh
Gonna roll around
Gonna hit the ground
Take another swing
Have another drink
Gonna drink it dry
Gonna get me high
Come on all the boys
Make a noise
Chorus
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Have a drink oooooooon me
song performed by by AC-DC
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Work
Keep your fingers busy
Mentally or physically
What four-letter word
Dyou know like ...
Look at me smile
Look at me doing their
Work
Ysee me shuffle in the dirt
My how I sweat
But I dont mind
Cause its work
You got me rolling up my shirt
Theres all my old friends
Sat by the fountain drinking beer
Their days have no starts and no ends
They drift into pub nights with no
Promise for tomorrow
All that they want is some
Work
Work
Look at me smile
Look at me polish these
Tools
Am I breaking all the rules?
A cycle like that
I dont want to be late for school
Well its night school
Now all my new friends
Sit in their [site] huts drinking tea
My day has no start and no ends
Drifts into whole nights in my
Coffin by the fireside
Bugger this game
I know whos to blame
And thats
Work
Aw, work
Keep your fingers busy
Mentally or physically
What four-letter word
Dyou know like
Oh! work, work
Oh! work, work
Im back with my old friends
Sat by the brunel drinking beer
Dont want this to ever end
Were living in fear of being
Mizzled by a new myth
Work
I dont want to go to work
Work
I dont want to go to work
song performed by by Xtc
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Y.... Hope
There is hope
That one time
We'll all have enough
Enough food
Not too much
Just enough
No more hunger
No more obesity
Let‘s start to work for this today…
There is hope
That one time
We'll all have enough
Enough clean water
To drink
Or orange juice
No more thirst
No more drunkenness
Let‘s start to work for this today…
There is hope
That one day
We'll all have enough
Enough love
Not the ego love
Enough soul love
No more heart aches
No more needless hurts
Let's start to work for it today…
There is hope
That one time
We'll all have enough
Enough wisdom
Enough for a healthy laugh
Wisdom for a sincere tear
No more arrogance
No more money blindness
Let's start to work for it today…
Let us start today
A kindness revolution
The biggest revolution
Ever
Let's all hope together
And work for it today.
poem by Aufie Zophy
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Love Is Not All
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.
poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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One Nightstand
well it aint home
but itll have to do for a while
got a fold down bed
two windows on the parking lot
three plates in the kitchenette
a table and chair where i can eat
a little black-and-white tv
a shower stall and a bathroom sink
and one two-drawer nightsand
barely enough room to be a man
and on the nightstand
sits a photograph
of my wife and kids
reminding me of how good it was
and right now, how bad it is
beside it there's a coffe cup
where i keep my wedding ring and stuff
and some nights it still keeps me up
how i got where i am
funny how a man's life can be reduced
to one nightstand
on the fifth of last november
on a business trip in strangers
alone for the night
she said 'hi im angie
and im from boston
would you drink a beer with me
If i bought'em?
so i hit the hotel bar with her
figured,what would it hurt?
sittin' on the bed
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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One Nightstand
well it aint home
but itll have to do for a while
got a fold down bed
two windows on the parking lot
three plates in the kitchenette
a table and chair where i can eat
a little black-and-white tv
a shower stall and a bathroom sink
and one two-drawer nightsand
barely enough room to be a man
and on the nightstand
sits a photograph
of my wife and kids
reminding me of how good it was
and right now, how bad it is
beside it there's a coffe cup
where i keep my wedding ring and stuff
and some nights it still keeps me up
how i got where i am
funny how a man's life can be reduced
to one nightstand
on the fifth of last november
on a business trip in strangers
alone for the night
she said 'hi im angie
and im from boston
would you drink a beer with me
If i bought'em?
so i hit the hotel bar with her
figured,what would it hurt?
sittin' on the bed
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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Cold Calling
My day started off well, but very rapidly began to turn sour,
When a company ‘cold-called’ five times in the space of an hour.
With their business practice, I was extremely far from impressed,
And their persistent calling soon began to cause me much stress.
The Asian sounding gentleman at the other end of the phone,
Politely introduced himself as somebody called Geoffrey Jones.
Whenever the phone rang after that, it, I would purposely ignore,
Worried that it was the same company calling me again once more.
They said my credit limit on my card had been raised,
But by this claim, I felt unsure and really rather phased.
So I checked my last statement and as far as I could tell,
Everything seemed in order and everything seemed well.
The man told me I was due three thousand pounds compensation.
I felt rather surprised and confused by this baffling information.
Part of me wondered if someone at my bank had made a mistake,
While part of me thought that this company probably was a fake.
When the man rang me back again, I interrupted his rapid flow,
And asked him, under which trading name his company goes.
So I typed in the company's name and looked them up online;
Soon discovering that the problem was far from being only mine!
On forums online, about the company, many people complained,
Saying that they had rung them persistently and they were a pain.
Calls from this company had filled people with worry and fear,
And many people warned other forum members to steer clear.
Cold calling is really annoying and even one phone call is bad enough,
But if they persistently ring you, it’s easy to end up in a right old huff.
The last time they called me, I was angry and, my words, I didn’t mince,
And, fingers crossed, I haven’t heard from that company again since.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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I Hope That I Dont Fall In Love With You
[ tom waits ]
Well I hope that I dont fall in love with you
cause falling in love just makes me blue,
Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see,
I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me
And I hope that I dont fall in love with you.
Well the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well if you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and break it,
Before the evenings gone away, I think that we could make it,
And I hope that you dont fall in love with me.
Well the night does funny things inside a man
These old tom-cat feelings you dont understand,
Well I turn around and look at you, you light a cigarette,
I wish I had the guts to bum one, but weve never met,
And I hope that I dont fall in love with you.
I can see that you are lonesome just like me, and it being late,
Youd like some some company,
Well I turn around and look at you, and you look back at me,
The guy youre with has up and split, the chair next to yous free,
And I hope that you dont fall in love with me.
Now its closing time and the musics fading out
Last call for drinks, Ill have another stout.
Well I turn around to look for you, youre nowhere to be found,
I search the place for your lost face, guess Ill have another round
And I think that I just fell in love with you.
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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60% Proof
alcoholic drinks
are measured by their
percent proof,
For example,
a 'six proof' beer
would have 3% alcohol,
barely any,
while a strong liqueur
that advertised it was 80 proof
would have
40% alcohol.
It isn't, however, quite that simple...
there are other
complications, but that
is not my point
here,
what about poetry?
what kind of
proof is this
poetry that makes
you drunk?
or do you want
something to make
you sober?
you get high?
you want to?
ah, try putting
alcohol in your
words,
give it the
kind of proof
needed,
then say, ahh,
this is real poetry
this certain relief
from the harsh
realities of our lives,
this ahhh,
ahhhh, ahhhh
oh God!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Hope That I Dont Fall In Love With You
(tom waits)
Well I hope that I dont fall in love with you.
cause falling in love just makes me blue.
Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see,
I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me.
And I hope that I dont fall in love with you.
Well the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder should I offer you a chair?
Well if you sit down with this old clown,
Take that frown and break it, before the evenings gone away,
I think that we could make it,
And I hope that I dont fall in love with you.
Well the night does funny things inside a man.
These old tomcat feelings you dont understand,
Well I turn around to look at you; you light a cigarette,
I wish I had the guts to bum one, but weve never met.
And I hope that I dont fall in love with you.
I can see that you are lonesome just like me,
And it being late, youd like some some company.
Well I turn around to look at you, and you look back at me,
The guy youre with has up and split the chair next to yous free.
And I hope that you dont fall in love with me.
Now its closing time, the musics fading out.
Last call for drinks, Ill have another stout.
Well I turn around to look at you; youre nowhere to be found,
I search the place for your lost face,
Guess Ill have another round.
And I think that I just fell in love with you
song performed by by Hootie & The Blowfish
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I'm The Widow Of An Alcoholic
He was mild mannered and I loved him so much,
When we met I knew he was the one,
If I was ever in trouble he was always my crutch,
But inside he was a smoking gun.
We'd enjoy a beer and a glass of fine wine,
Enjoy burgers at the barbecue,
With friends and family we'd usually dine,
Then the odd drink became more than a few.
The man we loved became snappy,
Saying things we could not understand,
He would suddenly become so unhappy,
Soon his comments would get out of hand.
He'd shout at the children for just breathing,
Leaving them totally fraught,
His behaviour would then have me seething,
Which would leave us all feeling distraught.
The following day when he got out of bed,
I would try to take him to task,
When I asked him about those things he'd said,
His reply was always, '' please don't ask ''
Was it pressure of work or was it just me,
My excuses became pretty lame,
Because I loved him I refused to see,
It was him who was entirely to blame.
He started to come home smelling of drink,
To say obnoxious is me being mild,
I had to find out just what was the link,
We did not deserve being reviled.
I started to find alcohol all over the house,
In wardrobes and under the stairs,
Half empty bottles hidden by my spouse,
When confronted he'd say, '' who cares ''
He wouldn't talk he'd refuse to discuss,
His only comment was, '' I've nothing to say ''
Apart from the fact I was making a fuss,
About nothing as things were okay.
His friends and family then disappeared,
They just couldn't take any more,
His alcohol problems were far worse than feared,
What is happening to the man we adore.
He then lost his license he could no longer drive,
After that he lost his employment,
As time went by his health took a dive,
He was losing his sense of enjoyment.
We all tried our best but it was never enough,
Then came the physical abuse,
It was then I decided, yes it was tough,
I wouldn't listen to another excuse.
We gave up our life we gave up trying,
Though we'd struggled for so many years,
We could no longer watch the man we love dying,
He was confirming all our worst fears.
He gave up his children he deserted his wife,
Before we knew it he'd become overawed,
His addiction took over his entire life,
When alcohol became his one God.
Drink will destroy you if you lose control,
It will fill your whole life with regret,
On all those around you it will take it's toll,
That's something you must never forget.
Yes it's addictive but you can get assistance,
But that decision must come from ''YOUR'' heart,
If you continue your denial and total resistance,
Your whole world will be torn apart.
The misuse of booze affects far more than you,
There are many others who will end up abused,
You'll end up in the gutter that much is true,
For your addiction you will stand accused.
Alcohol is a killer so don't be misled,
It isn't all about fun and frolic,
How do I know that you'll end up dead,
‘' I'm The Widow Of An Alcoholic ‘'
Prayer
God, I need a job because I need money.
Here the world is, enjoyable with whiskey,
women, ultimate weapons, and class!
But if I have no money, then my wife
gets mad at me, I can’t drink well,
the armed oppress me, and no boss
pays me money. But when I work,
Oh I get paid!, the police are courteous,
and I can have a drink and breathe air.
I feel classy. I am where the arms are.
The wife is wife in deed. The world
is interesting!, except I have to be
indoors all day and take shit, and make
weapons to kill outsiders with. I miss
the air and smell that paid work stinks
when done for someone else’s profit, so I quit,
enjoy a few flush days in air, drunk, then
I need a job again. I’m caught in a steel cycle.
poem by Alan Dugan
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