I'm an Alcoholic

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I write like an alcoholic
Drinking the last drops of ink
From my pen.
I ask a stranger
To lend me
Some cash
For a pen
And a stack of loose leaf paper
To begin writing again.
I walk like I'm drunk on words
Drinking two thirds
Of my cup in one second.
Do ya reckon
I'll be able to pay for this,
Or will it cost me my life?

I act as though
I'm can't stop drinking,
Actually, I can't stop thinking.
These words
Fill up the blanks
I'll give thanks
To the bar tender
Hopefully I can render
Some explanation
For my jumbled up letters
On the bar napkins.
And it just so happens
That I found something to rhyme
Maybe I'll just finish
This line.
Or two or three.
What's wrong with me?

My parents are ashamed
But my behavior
Is blamed
On my need for sleep.
My meek voice
Has destined my choice
To drink again
And again
And again
With no end.
So will someone please
Lend me some paper
And a pen
To mend
All the wrong I've done
Perhaps
With this gun
To my head
I'll be able to fight my battles as a ghost
A heavenly host
For everything
Unworthy of love.
I am unworthy of love.
I've had enough.
I've killed so many
While drinking and driving,
Arriving home
With more blood on my hands.
The funeral bands
All know my face,
I'm always out of place
At the service.
Perhaps my purpose
Is to take all lives but my own,
I'm well known
In this town
For burning houses down
To get used to the heat,
The flames leap
Like frogs
About to get run over by a car.
They don't get very far
Before they're eaten,
Or beaten
By some one bigger,
Become a dinner.
And I,
The drunk driver
Set fire
To my own house
Because it's the only one left
With a deft
Motion
I throw my magic potion
(Gasoline)
I fulfill
My unspoken dream
Of death.
So hurry, there's not much time left,
Someone lend me a pen
And some paper
So I can begin writing again.




Please note: this is all a huge metaphor, please don't excessively drink, you can get alcohol poisoning, and you can die.
Also please don't burn peoples' houses down.
This poem was not meant to mock an obviously serious issue, and I apologize if this offended you. Please keep in mind that I am a poet, this is a poem, and the use of alcohol in this poem was purely metaphorical. Thanks :)

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