Laments of a Drunk

Hello my old friend

how are you tonight.

if I treat you well

do you promise not to bite?

How many times have

we sat down together,

just to nurture each other

through this day’s weather?

I’ve been loyal to you

with no thought of cheating,

yet from time to time

you’ve given me a beating.

We laugh and joke

and have a great time,

no thoughts of tomorrow

no rhythm or rhyme.

We feel good for the moment

we just don’t care,

but in the morning we

look in the mirror and stare.

What have I done

where was my mind,

to again have dated you

in the end nothing to find.

Oh sure, we’ve had our fun

but in the very end,

I have little doubt

where my soul to send.

Alone again tonight

hating the isolation,

looking at my life

with all its desolation.

You make me feel good

you erase the day,

but you do it in such

a very damaging way.

You diminish my brain cells

and you kill my liver,

and the very next morning

you leave me with a shiver.

When it’s all to much

the next moment I dread,

it’s to you I turn

like a lover in bed.

We know damned well

you’ll fit like a shoe,

because you’re a part of me

it’s what you do.

You take away the fear

and you numb the pain,

you make me forget,

the sound of her name.

My dad knew you first

and he trusted in you,

yet you killed him

like an Easter ewe.

So he’s gone now

like so many others,

no one left to ask

not even my mother.

It’s quite a club

the followers you have,

blind leading the blind

all needing your salve.

Oh sure, I have to admit

with you in my body,

all the pain disappears

I don’t feel so shoddy.

Just like a drug

you’re a matter of choice,

but when we hurt so bad

there’s always that voice.

Come sit with me

I’ll help you my friend,

just keep tipping them

to oblivion I’ll send.

How foolish are we

the lost and confused,

to keep coming back

only to feel stupid and used.

You come in a bottle

a can or a glass,

no matter the vessel

you make us the ass.

All the many names

and the different tastes,

just a mirage while lost

that leaves us in the waste.

I await the day

when I can say goodbye

and look in that mirror

and say this is I.

I love you and hate you

at the very same time,

but I have to stand up

and pay my fine.

Oh my dear sweet God

what can I yet say?

Take me from this hell

show me a brighter new day.

Sorry I didn't write this in time to help you dad!

Gary R Cramer

May 13, 2010