Guilty, Guilty, Guilty

As the door to my prison cell slammed shut. It was then I realized just how deeply my life had sunk into this rut. And why, what was the reason that put me here? Second degree manslaughter and they said it quite clear. It seems I plowed into a van full of kids coming from a high school game. One mother cryingly said, don’t you have any pity do you feel any shame? For she lost two sons that night, that night of the game. I was there executioner, I was to blame. I was just out for a good time making all of the bars. I didn’t know I was that drunk but I still pack those scars The jury found me guilty that very first day. And the old judge handed me my sentence he said son you must pay. Well locked in those handcuffs they carried me back to my cell. I heard one mother holler, I hope you rot, you rot in hell. Thirty years was the sentence but not near enough. For it was three young men’s lives that I did snuff. The death penalty would have been more fitting for this deed that I’ve done. Letting a drunk person drive is like giving a crazy person a gun. And I think the people that sell the stuff need to be accountable as well. Let them get a little taste of sitting in a cell. Folks this is just a made up story but it could have been true. For there were many nights I was out there driving drunk uncaring of what I could do. I’m the lucky one, for God took my desire to drink and I don’t anymore. Alcohol is an addicting drug with a swinging door. It weakens all your defenses and it makes you a bum. And like the man in this story his life will never be worth nothing he turned it to scum. So friend if you’re an alcoholic, admit it to yourself then seek help, and right away. But please do it before something like this happens, that’s all I have to say.