Chemistry
I used to drink at
all the pain I couldn't name
while hoping to have some fun.
Then I began to see
that the drink I took, took Me
away into a maze of insanity
where my soul was silent
as memories stirred up stark abuse ...
oh what was the use, anyway?
So, I just drank.
Ten long years went by
then I did espy upon an
insidious genetic code
going all the way back
to a Scottish still.
It did foretell the chemistry
programmed within me
meant alcohol would always need more.
No such thing as "socialize" ...
like you have a drink and "so shall I."
No, that would never be
for a drunk I would die
but now, after many more years
of sobriety there is never a doubt
that I'm a blessed old sot
to have each day without a drop.
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