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Happy Hour
They call it happy hour
Shots are cheaper
Cocktails slashed
Buy one beer
Get one free
Drink more an hour
Than most would
Drink in a week
They call it happy hour
Poisoning their bodies
Having too much blood
In their alcohol system
Loud and leery
On edge critically
Ready to fight
Anyone and everyone
They call it happy hour
The bar owner
Is certainly happy
Prefers profits to prophets
Just like a drug pusher
Creating alcoholics
Fills the tills
With casualty cash
They call it happy hour
But happiness dies
In a confused mind
Where right becomes wrong
And wrong becomes right
Alcohol stained morality
Insanely volatile
Sober victims created
They call it happy hour
The drunk staggers home
Steeped in sickness
Wives beaten
Children beaten
Pet dogs beaten
Happy hour creates
Fearful hours
They call it happy hour
Then violence is fine
Rape is doable
Enslavement is for all
Drunks slaves of alcohol
Partners and children
Slaves of drunks
The screaming never stops
Happy hour it’s not
Published 29th May 2017
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A very truthful write David... excellent ink!
You brought back memories of a poem I wrote about 30 years ago...
"Drive Home"
Drive Home
Johnny won't you drive on home?
And when you’re on your way away from here
Why don't you tilt back and down a beer?
Drive Home!
Drive home
Johnny don't you drive alone
There is no need to fear what you can't see
So relax and have a beer on me
Drive Home!
Drive home
Johnny got your friend all stoned
He says "Beware of that telephone pole”
The faster you speed the more heads will roll
Drive Home!
Drive home
Johnny you won't make it home
A fair price to pay is the fate you'll share
Tonight’s the night you're gonna lose your hair
Drive Home!
Drive Home
Johnnies mother's on the phone
Johnnies friend won't be sleeping in his bed
It rolled so far they haven't found his head
Fly Home!
Fly Home
Johnny sings the jailbird moan
You felt lucky cause you survived the ride
But locked in your cell you can't run and hide
You're Home!
JJ *12/31/1987
You brought back memories of a poem I wrote about 30 years ago...
"Drive Home"
Drive Home
Johnny won't you drive on home?
And when you’re on your way away from here
Why don't you tilt back and down a beer?
Drive Home!
Drive home
Johnny don't you drive alone
There is no need to fear what you can't see
So relax and have a beer on me
Drive Home!
Drive home
Johnny got your friend all stoned
He says "Beware of that telephone pole”
The faster you speed the more heads will roll
Drive Home!
Drive home
Johnny you won't make it home
A fair price to pay is the fate you'll share
Tonight’s the night you're gonna lose your hair
Drive Home!
Drive Home
Johnnies mother's on the phone
Johnnies friend won't be sleeping in his bed
It rolled so far they haven't found his head
Fly Home!
Fly Home
Johnny sings the jailbird moan
You felt lucky cause you survived the ride
But locked in your cell you can't run and hide
You're Home!
JJ *12/31/1987
31st May 2017 1:28am
thank you so much - by the way I love "Drive Home" there are several similarities :-)
30th May 2017 12:32pm
There is no happiness that comes from happy hour, just more pain and suffering
31st May 2017 1:30am
I want to agree with you, but not every drunk is a violent drunk - I had my own father in mind when I wrote this. Having said that i do hate the concept of happy hour :-) thank you for the read and comment :-)
30th May 2017 12:53pm
Sometimes it's good to lose control and sometimes its not good to lose control. Very astute observation, David.
The trickle down effect of alcohol and the ripples it creates when it hits the pond of family and friends can be anything but happy, indeed.
The trickle down effect of alcohol and the ripples it creates when it hits the pond of family and friends can be anything but happy, indeed.
31st May 2017 1:31am
3rd Jun 2017 2:51pm
I like your poem, David_Macleod, but as an alcoholic myself I don't relate to most of it personally, probably because I'm not a violent man. But yes, I have seen these things in others
3rd Jun 2017 2:57pm
"They call it happy hour
But happiness dies
In a confused mind"
this is a very profound write David..
i'm sorry I missed it sooner..
excellent..
love Brenda
But happiness dies
In a confused mind"
this is a very profound write David..
i'm sorry I missed it sooner..
excellent..
love Brenda
