Alcoholic

Alcoholic

Drinks for all around the bar,
as happy shouts reverberate.
Who knows what will happen next,
with one too many down the hatch.

Morning light blinds my eyes;
the alarm startles like the truth.
another ale goes into stomach’s pit,
just to settle my queasiness.

Hangovers loom every day,
and my boss screams in my ears,
“You’re fired, you drunk!”
now an ugly truth.

I’m an alcoholic who cannot stop;
all I need is one more.
“I’ll stop tomorrow,” is
my new found creed.

I sit in a cell, my new home now,
wondering how I got here.
Was it worth it in the end
to have one more drink?

I’m an alcoholic dry in thirst
one more won’t hurt tonight.
I’ll be okay after that
no harm, no foul – not now.

I’m an alcoholic who cannot stop;
all I need is one more.
“I’ll stop tomorrow,”
forever my spoken creed.