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The Alcoholic's Son
The fridge opens up
I hear the bottles go clink
"Wanna play catch dad?"
"Nah Ima drink"
Start the day with a beer
End the day with a beer
The dad I'm supposed to love
I'm now starting to fear
Another DUI
Is that number 5?
The risk doesn't matter
You'll still drink and drive
Even when your BAC
Is a .43
You're not hurting others
You're only hurting me
You come home and abuse me
Physically and Verbally
You're cutting me down
Like a damn tree
It causes you to rage
And become out of control
The real you comes out
You're just an asshole
I hear the bottles go clink
"Wanna play catch dad?"
"Nah Ima drink"
Start the day with a beer
End the day with a beer
The dad I'm supposed to love
I'm now starting to fear
Another DUI
Is that number 5?
The risk doesn't matter
You'll still drink and drive
Even when your BAC
Is a .43
You're not hurting others
You're only hurting me
You come home and abuse me
Physically and Verbally
You're cutting me down
Like a damn tree
It causes you to rage
And become out of control
The real you comes out
You're just an asshole
Published 6th Nov 2014
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6th Nov 2014 11:19pm
7th Nov 2014 00:40am
It actually is not about me, but there are many people in my life who's own lives have been affected by alcohol. Not too fond of it. But thanks for the feedback!
13th Nov 2014 1:02am
I really like this poem even tho I was not raised by an alcoholic my dad was he made sure not to drink around us and ive carried that into my parenting
25th Nov 2014 10:42pm
I am in love with this poem. It helps me reflect on myself a lot. Awesome, keep writing!
14th Dec 2014 4:37pm
