I got drunk last night and was a real ass. So this morning when I woke up I realized what I had done. And while I was fixing the door I kicked in I thought about writing a poem and maybe it will help someone.
Here it goes once again,
I put the bottle to my lips,
I tell myself only a few sips,
Now I have been through one coming up on two,
You better stay out of my way or I will beat on you,
This is what I told my grandmother last night,
That was not me I told her my mind wasn't right,
I sit on the couch and try to go to sleep,
Thinking of memories I don't want to keep,
To all of us that go get drunk and get mad,
If you think of the way we act it is pretty sad,
What on earth have we ever accomplished by acting that way?
Do stuff we usually won't do say things we don't usually say?
What kind of thrill is that, what do we achieve?
It just makes other people want us to leave,
Here I am at the age of fifteen drinking wine,
Here I am thinking everything is all fine,
But it is not no it is not fine at all,
Now some people hate for me to call,
And this is how it is with any drunk,
You get the reputation of some little punk,
Now I am going to challenge both you and me,
To realize, to understand, and to look and see,
What we are doing and when we do quit,
Lay it down and then never again mess with it.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2006-02-03 at 21:12
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Challenge You
My head starts to spin,Here it goes once again,
I put the bottle to my lips,
I tell myself only a few sips,
Now I have been through one coming up on two,
You better stay out of my way or I will beat on you,
This is what I told my grandmother last night,
That was not me I told her my mind wasn't right,
I sit on the couch and try to go to sleep,
Thinking of memories I don't want to keep,
To all of us that go get drunk and get mad,
If you think of the way we act it is pretty sad,
What on earth have we ever accomplished by acting that way?
Do stuff we usually won't do say things we don't usually say?
What kind of thrill is that, what do we achieve?
It just makes other people want us to leave,
Here I am at the age of fifteen drinking wine,
Here I am thinking everything is all fine,
But it is not no it is not fine at all,
Now some people hate for me to call,
And this is how it is with any drunk,
You get the reputation of some little punk,
Now I am going to challenge both you and me,
To realize, to understand, and to look and see,
What we are doing and when we do quit,
Lay it down and then never again mess with it.
Poetry by Justin
Read 614 times
Written on 2006-02-03 at 21:12
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