They know he's shitfaced
But they don't do a thing
They've told him to get help
Don't hit the sauce when you're angry
And do not rely on the hooch to feel something
But still he drinks
He stumbles and sways
He spills his coffee seventeen times carrying it to his room
And only cleans up one of the messes
He blames the cat for tripping him
But the cat was five feet away
Asking him where their breakfast is
He talks over everybody speaking to him
Even himself
Not realizing he's talking excessively
And not breaking eye contact he can't see
Because if he looks and talks
They can't tell he's drowning
He doesn't care about yesterday
When he drove his car in the snowbank by the creek
And ripped the bumper off
It's the car's fault
Stupid piece of shit
Was gonna need replaced anyways
Besides
The fucken plow trucks didn't do their fucken job
He says he's the victim
When accused of driving while intoxicated
And says he only had a single shot of marshmallow water
When really it was hundred proof
And it could have been the whole bottle
He won't tell
And he won't admit
He says he's just tired
But he's been sleeping and puking all day long
Because his liver is fucked
And he won't get help
Because he doesn't want a doctor to call him what he is
An addict
And in need of rehab and proper help
Instead of his bliss at the bottom of a bottle
He won't change
Because he's been like this since he was sixteen
First it was hiding stolen cigarettes
Then spending mom's cash for grass
Then skipping work to do some rails and shots with some people he called his friends
And he felt invincible
Behind the wheel of a trippy car
And in his drunken stupor
He'll yell and scream when he's told to quit
The neighbors don't need to hear him raise his drunken voice
So all serious talk stops
Just to shut him up
He gets to sleep off his buzz
He gets his car rebuilt or re-bought or bailed out
He gets to wake up tomorrow with a bitch of a headache
Greeted with a strong coffee
He gets small talk where nobody brings up what needs to change
He gets to walk away
And do it all over again when he gets his hands on another bottle
Because he knows
His parents won't toss him out
Because they love him too much
And they pray he'll change soon
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Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
