Monday, April 19, 2010

Am I an Alcoholic?

Written by Jeanmel Thomas.


I ask myself a question because the only thing I can seem to remember is this red thong dangling from my lamp post
Who am I , where am I and most importantly who are you
Then it comes to me in the form of a splitting head ache
BOOP BOOP BOOP

Alcohol Alcohol Baby
What have I done for you to forsake me?
You see this lady who lays next to me hair in afro
Look so much prettier five or ten drinks ago
Dam!!!!!!!!!
When did this addiction start?
I can barely remember when I let you into my heart
You see I tried denying it for Years
This was one of my greatest fears
But. am I ?am I?
An Alcoholic

We met a long time ago in a bar I barely remember
Just by aromatic fragrance I knew your gender
You always had me laughing among friends
Making me high feelings I couldn’t comprehend

I tried to get you out my mind couple of times
But But but
Turn on the radio you were there
Every party you were there
Even in Church you were there
In all different forms Rum Bear Wine
And it was so easy to get you at anytime

You made the bad things feel so good
And made the good things feel so much better
And you never got jealous when I flirted with other women
In actuality you always tried to join in
A perfect threesome !!!!!!!!!

We were so good together but oh how things have changed
Ever since you introduced me to your cousin Hangover
And don’t ask for the your best friend Memory Loss
It just can’t work
This relationship is getting too too too Violent
I wake up in too much pain these days

I know you point fingers like I have been unfaithful
But so have you
You think I don’t see in so many different men’s hands
Cold and sweaty on the rocks
Even with Coke and I never knew you liked light skinned guys Sprite
Just can’t take it anymore,
There is no more room for you in my life
No more addiction
Good bye Alcohol

1 comment:

  1. I heard this piece performed by Jean at Word Alive 5 and it resonated with me, I just had to get it on my blog. Thanks for giving me permission to post this Jean. I love the poem and you delivered it superbly.

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