In and Out of Rehab

I’ll drink it down, neat in one go
Drink it down, with nothing at all
Straight up, knock it back 
Straight up, knock down the wall 

I don’t need, any mixers 
Diluted crap, don’t do it at all
Hundred percent, no fifty fifty 
Line the lot up, against a wall 

Wanna feel it, burn my stomach 
Strip the lining, from the walls 
Rocket fuel, killing brain cells 
Moonshine with craters an all

Sick and tired, of being sober 
Fed up looking at walls
Rocking back and forth, uneasy
Gonna eat the bottles an all

I need drink, more than ever 
Sobriety is killing us all
If you like, join in my battle 
We can throw up, against a wall 

Don’t care, if I’m an addict 
Sit around, and beg at a wall
Gave me valium, sent me home 
Ha! I’ve got no willpower at all

By
David Kavanagh
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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August 13, 2021 at 4:33 PM
David, this is a brave and straightforward poem. I've seen it happen much too frequently, and it's affected their health and attitude. I'm not sure if you're attempting to assist those folks whether that's a smart idea.
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August 14, 2021 at 12:40 AM
Thank you Lasaad, indeed I wanted this to be straightforward and simple as, possible, so I used a punk rock style as an experiment, see comment to Jan below, these people where always beyond help and openly admitted it, some where gentle souls, but others where quite vicious and dangerous back in the day, cheers David
Allison Avatar
August 13, 2021 at 4:11 PM
have seen it happen all too often David - happened to a friend of hours:-( hugs Jan xx
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August 14, 2021 at 12:09 AM
Heya Jan, this one was written, in a kind of punk music format, I was thinking about all the alcoholics I remember as a teenager who where in and out of rehab, everyone of them are dead now, they never could kick the habit, some had admitted they had no willpower at all, cheers David
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