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Dog Power

Abandoned she was and hungry so I took her home. she was scared and hid under
the kitchen sink. I put water and food out and went to bed. She ate it all.
In the morning she came out and made it clear she wanted to go out. Well she did
her business and came back in. When she was two years old she grabbed a packet
of cigarettes from the table and tore it up. So I stopped smoking. People had
implored me to stop, no awhile, she did the trick. I never liked having visitors in
the evening but was too polite to say so. Well. She fixed that to. The only thing she
hated was having a bath. After having one she pretended I didn’t exist until
neighbour told her how nice she looked. She didn’t like female dogs, male dogs
she made short shrift of. She woke me up in the morning and if I sat still too long
writing she took me for walk. She had trained me so well that the day she died
I felt quite helpless and didn’t know what to do the following day.

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Didnt Know

Didn't know what you had
Until you lost it
Didn't know what you own
Until you got it
Didn't know of your sins
Until you fought it.
Didn't know what you needed
Until you sought it.

Didn't know your lies
Until someone spoke them
Didn't know of the truth
Until someone wrote them
Didn't remembered your dreams
Until someone awoke them
Didn't know they died
Until someone chocked them.

Didn't know you had guilt
Until you cried
Didn't know you felt sadness
Until you tried to hide
Didn't know you felt shame
Until you lied
Didn't know you believed in GOD
Until you asked him why.

Didn't know you felt sorrow
Until you shed a tear
Didn't know that you were scared
Until I saw your fear
Didn't know that you hated
Until you were near
Didn't know that you were unhappy
Until you looked in a mirror.

Didn't know who you truly were
Until your ways you sewed
Didn't know that you were evil
Until the truth was showed
Didn't know you did this before
Until I saw all of your woe
Didn't know who you really were
Though I wished then I did know.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Morning Night And Day

One time didn't do it
Two times didn't feel quite right
I didn't know where i was going
I just knew that i would be alright
I woke up in a druken haze
The sun shone to my window?
I said that i'd never do it again
What kind of fool do you think i am?
It happens
It always seems to happen
Morning night and day
I just want some action
Give me satisfaction
Send me to my?
Morning night and day
I had a good time late last night
I didn't think it would ever end
I walked home in a broad day light
Couldn't get a cab at half past five
One drink wouldn't do it
Two drinks are far too much
I didn't know what i was doing
I ate the floor and a pile of dust
It happens
It always seems to happen
Morning night and day
I just want some action
Give me satisfaction
Send me to my?
Morning night and day
So if you think that it won't get you
Well think again friend 'cause it's not true
In my case, it was not my fault
Other people made that call
One time didn't do it
Two times didn't feel quite right
It happens
It always seems to happen
No matter what i say
Morning night and day
I just want some action
Need some satisfaction
Before it gets too late
Send me to my?
Morning night and day

song performed by by New Order
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Drunk Decisions

they say friday nights are when

wild youth go out on the
town and kick up their boots

the weekend begins so lets go out tonight
I know place, have a friend
he's a really nice guy
and it's October so the gals wear
short skirts and long lashes
I'm lucky to know who I know
but the place in my mind I
didn't want to go
now my new friends, my good
friends, now they know

three beers and two shots and
that other shit they mixed

everything was much slower
and it was fun to think
because my sight had blurred motion
i worked hard to keep focus
and convince them I could carry

on intelligent conversation
and I told them what they should have heard
because it only made sense
for my deepest darkest secrets to
be spilled like that water on her face
and I won that game, chugged half the
cup and danced in the kitchen
there were only five girls there
and the same, or more, guys
that guy's mom came home and didn't say a word
about her obvious suspicion that I was underage
as were two other girls, but the rest were
much older. I went to the bathroom like four times

it was kinda weird, but then she was crying
I didn't know why, we all had drinks and she
wanted to go home but she said she'd stay there
but she wouldn't stay alone
and i went to another house
in another bed I slept
in the morning I had little balance but
all my secrets they kept…

poem by D.M.L. Catseye
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In Heaven By Mistake

He came back from Heaven
told his tale fixed-eyed
and saintly.

'I saw God on the throne' he said
'a host of angels
and people from my past
my grandmother and others
all there
smiling.

But it was clear I didn't fit.

I do not like happy
and everyone there was.

They called me in to ask why
I was not happy there.

I said I didn't know why.
But my answer came
later to me
that heaven was nice
but not without my friends.
I asked how did I get here?

I don't remember even dying.

They explained that likely
I had died
but somebody
decided it just wasn't my time.

I was in heaven just temporarily
just trying out;
waiting to go back.

That made sense.

Not my time
and now I'm back.

One of the few apparently
who came back with the
memory of heaven intact.

That had to be it.
I really was there.
Don't you believe me?

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Michael Jackson

I didn't get to say goodbye
I didn't get to tell you that I love you
I didn't even tell you how I feel

You left in a hurry
Without a sound
With no clues

I have to ask why
Why did you have to leave me
Why didn't you tell me how you feel

I don't understand
Why you left
Is it because the God wanted you
But I am selfish I won't share you
Not even with God

You were my hero
My idol
My star

You had my heart
And when you died
You took my heart with you
But that's okay
Because I know I will soon
Be with you
Then I can have my heart back

You are in heaven
Away from all this distruction
But I must ask
Why didn't you take me
Then I could of truly told you everything

You are older than I am
But I still love you
You made mistakes
But so have I

I didn't want us to be together
But I want us to be able to tell each other anything
I wanted us to become Great friends
But now you are gone

Gone to heaven
Is that the best thing
If so for who
You left millions of people
Heartbroken and sad

Gone to heaven
Must be good for you
No distruction
No evil
All good

I didn't say goodbye
And that is killing me
I didn't say all the things I wanted to
That's tearing me apart

I am going to miss you
But as you leave
Another comes
Maybe he wil be like you

But I would have died for you
I am crying my heart and soul out for you
Praying you know that I loved you

You changed millions of poeple's lives
Including myself
You made me believe
I can too feel the music
The beat is within my heart

Closing my eyes
Picturing you here
Is not the same
Of having you here
With all of us

You left behind
Your family
friends
fans
me

Would you have come back to us all
Or would you wait for us
Until our time comes

But now it's time for us to let you go
People will never forget
How you changed everything
We will miss you forever

But now it's time to say goodbye
So goodbye Michael Jackson

poem by Makayla Straight
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Pavlov's Dog: Advanced Lesson

Pavlov was a psychologist, I think
Who supplied his dogs with food and drink
But always preceded the giving of the victuals
By ringing a bell, that was his ritual

The dogs became conditioned and would be begin salivating
Upon hearing the bell, which to the food they were relating
Their mind was programmed by this little tinkle
Though they didn't realise it, they had no inkle

The noise of a bell, though it didn't taste or smell like food
Got these dogs in a very hungry mood
Just like smokers are conditioned to relax and unwind
By inhaling noxious fumes which only confuse their mind

(Sydney, Australia - 2006)

poem by Alessandra Liverani
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She Said

She said she's lost
She moved to Manchester to find herself
But I can't find her in this frost
She said she wanted more than a friendship
But less than a one night stand
And that's why we spoke while sitting
She said she lost an ex boyfriend
I told her I didn't wanna play pretend
Wouldn't be a faker
There's one bullet in the gun of a relationship
And I'm not that much of a risk taker
My selfishness repeated itself
It told me your not a first aid-er
She said there would be no other him
So I told her... I'm not him
She blamed herself
I watched her while she stopped herself from crying
It was too awkward to help
Two, just the two of us, can make it if we try
yeah right, I told her I wasn't gonna lie
I might look like it but I'll never be that guy
That guy who is there to care
There to help any tears that fall
To make them all evaporate into the air
There to take away the dirt like a disgusting stain in a chair
Sew it up like a tear
Make it bearable to sit together
She said she didn't like the Manchester whether
Yet she moved here with the intention to live, whatever
All the alcohol is doing is killing the senses
I told her I didn't wanna know her business
I don't even know my neighbors business
Because I don't like to sit on fences
I lay on top of her, her legs were open
I told her I meant this
Conversation followed by kisses that were endless
She said she just wanted to speak
Do you want me to leave? Yeah that's what I asked
She was forcing me to be a stranger
it was like I was masked
Made me feel like I was masking her with masking tape
I had every intention to do
in a night that I had no intention to do
I therefore had no condom and was too tired to find a shop that was open like her legs
It was too late, lay in the bed
There was no way I was doing, it was too late
In my dream I invented a girl just like her
But when she became real I didn't wanna recreate
I put my arms around her and it was silent like a room full of mutes at a wake
She said that bringing me back with her her was a mistake
I said the fact I was still there was a bigger mistake
An accident waiting to happen
I thought about going... Only to remember the Manchester whether
I thought about Piccadilly gardens, the cold step we sat on
I didn't wanna go out there alone
I remember yawning, falling, not for her, only asleep
I was waiting for the morning with the benefit of a pill she wouldn't need
I woke up ready and sober, she said you wanted to do me
I said I tried, I told you, I didn't wanna hold you, I didn't even wanna know you
And that's when she cried.
I asked her why her ex boyfriend left her
She said he didn't leave me. He died.

poem by Daniel McCann
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Coffee

Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee
affords. I once read something about coffee. The thing said that coffee is good for you;
it stimulates all the organs.
I thought at first this was a strange way to put it, and not altogether pleasant, but
as time goes by I have found out that it makes sense in its own limited way. I'll tell you
what I mean.
Yesterday morning I went over to see a girl. I like her. Whatever we had going for us
is gone now. She does not care for me. I blew it and wish I hadn't.
I rang the door bell and waited on the stairs. I could hear her moving around upstairs.
The way she moved I could tell that she was getting up. I had awakened her.
Then she came down the stairs. I could feel her approach in my stomach. Every step she
took stirred my feelings and lead indirectly to her opening the door. She saw me and it
did not please her.
Once upon a time it pleased her very much, last week. I wonder where it went,
pretending to be naive.
"I feel strange now," she said. "I don't want to talk."
"I want a cup of coffee," I said, because it was the last thing in the world
that I wanted. I said it in such a way that it sounded as if I were reading her a telegram
from somebody else, a person who really wanted a cup of coffee, who cared about nothing
else.
"All right," she said.
I followed her up the stairs. It was ridiculous. She had just put some clothes on. They
had not quite adjusted themselves to her body. I could tell you about her ass. We went
into the kitchen.
She took a jar of instant coffee off the shelf and put it on the table. She placed a
cup next to it, and a spoon. I looked at them. She put a pan full of water on the stove
and turned the gas on under it.
All this time she did not say a word. Her clothes adjusted themselves to her body. I
won't. She left the kitchen.
Then she went down the stairs and outside to see if she had any mail. I didn't remember
seeing any. She came back up the stairs and went into another room. She closed the door
after her. I looked at the pan full of water on the stove.
I knew that it would take a year before the water started to boil. It was now October
and there was too much water in the pan. That was the problem. I threw half of the water
into the sink.
The water would boil faster now. It would take only six months. The house was quiet.
I looked out the back porch. There were sacks of garbage there. I stared at the garbage
and tried to figure out what she had been eating lately by studying the containers and
peelings and stuff. I couldn't tell a thing.
It was now March. The water started to boil. I was pleased by this.
I looked at the table. There was the jar of instant coffee, the empty cup and the spoon
all laid out like a funeral service. These are the things that you need to make a cup of
coffee.
When I left the house ten minutes later, the cup of coffee safely inside me like a
grave, I said, "Thank you for the cup of coffee."
"You're welcome," she said. Her voice came from behind a closed door. Her
voice sounded like another telegram. It was really time for me to leave.
I spent the rest of the day not making coffee. It was a comfort. And evening came, I
had dinner in a restaurant and went to a bar. I had some drinks and talked to some people.
We were bar people and said bar things. None of them remembered, and the bar closed. It
was two o'clock in the morning. I had to go outside. It was foggy and cold in San
Francisco. I wondered about the fog and felt very human and exposed.
I decided to go visit another girl. We had not been friends for over a year. Once we
were very close. I wondered what she was thinking about now.
I went to her house. She didn't have a door bell. That was a small victory. One must
keep track of all the small victories. I do, anyway.
She answered the door. She was holding a robe in front of her. She didn't believe that
she was seeing me. "What do you want?" she said, believing now that she was
seeing me. I walked right into the house.
She turned and closed the door in such a way that I could see her profile. She had not
bothered to wrap the robe completely around herself. She was just holding the robe in
front of herself.
I could see an unbroken line of body running from her head to her feet. It looked kind
of strange. Perhaps because it was so late at night.
"What do you want?" she said.
"I want a cup of coffee," I said. What a funny thing to say, to say again for
a cup of coffee was not what I really wanted.
She looked at me and wheeled slightly on the profile. She was not pleased to see me.
Let the AMA tell us that time heals. I looked at the unbroken line of her body.
"Why don't you have a cup of coffee with me?" I said. "I feel like
talking to you. We haven't talked for a long time."
She looked at me and wheeled slightly on the profile. I stared at the unbroken line of
her body. This was not good.
"It's too late," she said. "I have to get up in the morning. If you want
a cup of coffee, there's instant in the kitchen. I have to go to bed."
The kitchen light was on. I looked down the hall into the kitchen. I didn't feel like
going into the kitchen and having another cup of coffee by myself. I didn't feel like
going to anybody else's house and asking them for a cup of coffee.
I realized that the day had been committed to a very strange pilgrimage, and I had not
planned it that way. At least the jar of instant coffee was not on the table, beside an
empty white cup and a spoon.
They say in the spring a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of love. Perhaps if he has
enough time left over, his fancy can even make room for a cup of coffee.

poem by Richard Brautigan from Revenge of the Lawn (1971)
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The Utter Importance Of Eating Cheetos

One day I just woke up
Just knew things were different, as I drank my cup
Of water, it was sweet, it tasted different
I really felt, that something had been sent
My way
Some joy, some kind of peace, no it wasn't those
It wasn't my clothes
It was... sweeter... it was, freedom, yes freedom I say

Today, that day, would include possibly one of the most important
Moments of my entire life
Although my day was rife
With the mundane and the normal, my freedom was heaven-sent
So I did something I didn't think I could ever do
I did something that I never knew
Could ever be so important, so sweet... so free

I opened up the pantry
I found exactly was I was looking for
I poured myself a plate of cheetos... and then some more
But I didn't realize the importance of what was about to happen
The kind of occurrence where you're amazed and just say amen
I reached over to eat a cheeto
But then I thought you know....
I don't want my hands to get dirty
Hmmmm well let's see
I've seen people do a lot of things, like use a bag
Put them in a cup, but then I thought of something totally unique
This idea definitely did pique
My interest and it would get me out of my snag
I decided I would do something I thought I'd never do
Something really weird too
I grabbed a spoon and used that to eat each cheeto
But who could ever know
The utterly significant beauty of this one moment

To me I had for once, done something that made me, me
I did something unique, because I wanted to... finally
I was starting to feel like I had an identity
I had hated myself for so long, anything that made me, me
I refused to see
It was repulsive because it was... it was..., well it was me

But today with sweetness and freedom
I ate my cheetos and it was bomb!
I ate them with a spoon, and now that's part of my identity
I felt like I was me, I'm... I'm me

But I felt one other thing that I also did not expect
In this very deep moment, there was some other feeling I did detect
As I used my spoon and looked behind me
Just to see
If anyone else could see me
I had this very strange feeling besides my freedom and sweetness

I wonder if I could describe it for you hmmmmm
I guess I felt kinda like... I felt kinda like, O that's it!

I felt like a dork

poem by David Knox
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Gay Party's

Get invited
am near sited
to a gay party
for free

3 in the morning
didn't get a warning
that everyone is Gay
are they?

The girls seem nice
are as sweet as spice
and all the guys
have nice thighs

I tried to see clear
I didn't see anything queer
really felt fine
had a grand time

poem by David Darbyshire
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Lost Change

He stood outside
the newspaper stand
on Michigan & Chicago,
the morning winter chill
made him put on his gloves.
He lit a cigar and said
good morning to three
Walgreens female workers
smoking outside in the cold.
“ It’s almost Old Style time, ”
he proclaimed and handed
a magazine with warm beauty
on its cover to a middle age
office worker who quickly
placed it in a briefcase
and continued to walk.
“ Ain’t it too early for beer, ”
said the redhead between inhales.
“ It’s never to early for Old Style…”
The ladies laughed,
died out their cigarettes
and went back to work.
He kept smoking his cigar
as he sold another newspaper
to a passerby who gave him
exact coins and told him
to keep the change.
He looked down
at the two quarters
in the palm of his glove
and took a long drag
pulled the cheap cigar
from his ample mouth
exhaled and yelled,
“and you too have a wonderful day…”
His shift was coming to an end
while most were just starting.
He knew that soon he would
be home drinking an Old Style,
thinking about the redhead
while counting lost change
he did manage to keep.

poem by Charles Lara
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Make It All OK

You threw away the ballast and you rowed your boat ashore
Didn't you, now? Didn't you?
You made your ultimatum too big to ignore
Didn't you, now? Didn't you?
So you worked out your excuses,
turned away and shut the door.
The world's too vast for us now,
and you wanted to explore
It's a long, long long road
And I don't know which way to go
If you offered me your hand again I'd have to walk away.
When I saw you at the street fair, you called out my name
Didn't you, now? Didn't you?
You said we could start over, try and make it all okay.
Didn't you, now? Didn't you?
So our past has been rewritten
and you threw away the pen.
You'd said that I was useless,
but now you'll take me in again
Well Jesus loves me fine.
And your words fall flat this time.
Was it my imagination, or did I hear you say,
"We don't have a prayer between us."
Didn't you believe that I have finally turned away?
Didn't you, now? Didn't you?
Anything to hold onto to help me through my day.
Didn't you, now? Didn't you?
Jesus loves me fine.
But his words fall flat this time.
It's a long, long long road
And I don't know which way to go
If you offered me your world, did you think I'd really stay?
If you offered me the heavens, I would have to turn away.
Was it my imagination, or did I hear you say,
"We don't have a prayer between us."
Didn't you, now? Didn't you, now?
Didn't you?

song performed by by REM
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Make It All Okay

song performed by by REM
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No Food

I wake up every morning
stomach growling
No food to eat but
Momma won't let me tell nobody
Not even Jesus

When Momma leaves I'm happy because
For a second I think
That when she comes back
She'll have something to eat
But still-no food

The Roman Noodles are gone
Momma ate the last pack this morning
And I'm getting weaker
By the moment
Because there is no food

And when I get to school
I sneak to the bathroom and cry
My friends ask what's wrong
I tell them it's something in my eye
And- they believe me

And when I go home
Which is this abandoned house off in the woods
I hug my Momma because I know she did
The best she could with what she had
It just didn't work out

I didn't blame her because she
Put her trust in a man who
Not only verbally abused her but beat her, too
Which is why I entitle this poem No Food

She apologizes to me everyday
I ask het the reason why
But all she does is close her eyes and cry
And I wash those tears from her eyes
No food

Momma there's no reason to cry
I tell her; and she holds my hand
As tight as she possibly can
And says one day I will understand
And still- we have no food

She dies
Right there in my arms
Ironically the same place she held
Me- in her arms
The day I was born

No food, no lights,
No one around to hear
Finally, all her pain is gone
After all of these years

poem by Ebony Davis
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The People I Turn To

i often wonder why i felt so alone,
only cuz the people i wanted to care,
didn't,
they only cared when they wanted to,
but yet,
they try and control your life,
just to gain control of theirs,
it was like i didn't matter,
only when they felt i did,
for so long,
i was trying to please,
the people who never gave a d@mn,
i was pulled in all directions,
cause i didn't trust my way in thinking,
but than it became clear,
the people who are there for me,
are going to stay by my side,
no matter what,
why should,
the people who don't care,
be the people i turn to?
7-1-09

poem by Mona Martinez
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For My Foster Sister (about growing up with mom drunk)

We used to run through the sprinkler
we double jumped & skipped rope
we danced along to the radio
our lives were filled with hope

then something made her dad leave
and soon her mom was always drunk
she didn't have clean clothes to wear
she often felt like a dirty punk

she didn't have anyone to talk to
and the shades were always pulled tight
her mom didn't want any noise
and hated when she turned on the light

she no longer made her lunch
and asleep when she came home
she wore a ratty bathrobe
and never used a comb

it's a good thing the house was paid for
so she never had to sleep in the street
but if she didn't cash in coke bottles
she would never have anything to eat

nobody ever called the cops
they lived out towards the woods
she learned how to steal real well
and that's how she brought home goods

Mom used her welfare money
to buy her favorite drink
she ate all her leftovers
and put dishes in the sink

She didn't want a foster family
but was too scared not to tell
the day she found her on the floor
she told me her mom wasn't well

But instead of speaking out
She left home that day
she slept under the railway pass
got to school, ran all the way

We don't know who called the cops
but they cornered her in the hall
took her to the counselors office
where she stood against the wall

They told her - she had to move
in with a foster family
She didn't want to leave her mom
but is how it was to be

She cried at the funeral
for a mom who wasn't there
and moved around a lot after that
her mom's death too much to bear

She graduated college
just the other day
that foster family that took her in
we helped her make her own way

She never thought she'd love again
after her mom was gone
but we've learned a lot since then
and we know her mom was wrong

When her dad left he took her pride
and she lost all control
she couldn't raise her by herself
with booze she drowned her soul

We've been to her grave
and planted a flower cover
cause even though she was a drunk
she still her mother

poem by Linda Racaniello
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Death of an Innocent

I went to a party, mom, I remember what you said.
You told me not to drink, mom, so I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, mom, even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, mom, I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, mom, as everyone is driving out of site.
As I got into my car, mom, I knew I would get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me, mom, so responsible and sweet.

I stared to drive away, mom, but I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn’t see me, mom, and hit me like a load.
As I lay here on the payment, mom, I hear the policeman say,
The other guy is drunk, mom, and now I’m the one who will pay.

I’m lying here dying, mom, I wish you’d get here soon.
How could this happen to me, mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, mom, and most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, mom, I’ll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, mom, I swear I didn’t drink.
It was the others, mom. The others didn’t think.

He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank and I will die.

Why do people drink, mom? It can ruin your whole life.
I’m feeling sharp pains now, mom, pains just like a knife.
The guy that hit me is walking, mom, I don’t think it is fair.
I’m lying here dying, mom, and all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, mom, tell daddy to be brave.
And when I go to haven, mom, put “daddy’s girl” on my grave.
Someone should have told him, mom, not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, mom, I would still be alive.

My breath is getting short, mom, I’m becoming very scared.
Please don’t cry for me, mom. When I need you, you were always there.

I have one last question, mom, before I say good bye.
I didn’t drink and drive, mom, so why am I the one to die?

poem by Kayla Woods
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Drunk Driving Poem

I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead
I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right.

Now the party is finally ending
Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road,
the other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.

As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say,
the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mom.. I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom. The others didn't think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank and I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.

The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom, put 'moms boy' on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.

If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?

poem by Justin Hickman
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Drunk Driving

poem by Bailey Watkins
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Don't mix drinking and driving.

I went to a party Mom,
I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
So I drank soda instead.

I really felt proud inside, Mom,
The way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
Even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
As everyone is driving out of sight.

As I got into my car, Mom,
I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me,
So responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away, Mom,
But as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn't see me, Mom,
And hit me like a load.

As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
I hear the policeman say,
'The other guy is drunk, ' Mom,
And now I'm the one who will pay.

I'm lying here dying, Mom....
I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon.

There is blood all around me, Mom,
And most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom,
I'll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom.
The others didn't think.

He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank
And I will die.

Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now.
Pains just like a knife.

The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
And I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying
And all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom,
Put 'GOOD BOY ' on my grave.

Someone should have told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom,
I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom.
When I needed you, you were always there.

I have one last question, Mom.
Before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive,
So why am I the one to die?

poem by Rakesh Rampariya
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