Hello, my name is Paul
And my father is an alcoholic
(hit the wall)
I dream of my father's death
and it is still his problem
(take a breath)
Hello my name is Paul
And my mother is dead
(hit the nail on the head)
Goodbye Dionysian wines of sun,
Hedonistic Epicurean good clean fun
(have a whine)
Goodbye my name was Paul
I never had a problem with alcohol at all
(hit the wall)
There may or may not be scope for a poem in there - too autobiographic for me.
AA meetings - not a bundle of fun. Seems they are a way of life for many. Now then, where's my next one? Ha ha Ha.
03:30 AM
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