Array ( [sid] => 179589 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => I'll Drink to That [time] => 2014-11-05 17:14:04 [hometext] => One day at a time. [bodytext] => I had my first drink of beer at age four
Half a bottle later; I wanted more
At nine, I was at it again
It became my consistent friend

A sloppy twelve; I was caught red-handed
A sociopath gets reprimanded
The tables turned from that day forth,
Bound and eager to stay the course

By age thirteen, I was the vodka queen
Partied all night, and in day rarely seen
By fourteen; just Jamaican rum,
...But rye is what made. me. succumb.

Assault with deadly weapon at fifteen-
Never separated from my canteen,
On my own, a mother disowned,
A stolen childhood was bemoaned.

A crazed lunatic with little remorse-
An unquenched thirst became my best resource
Now devoid of who, what, and when
Or even why it all began.

Fast forward years, from sullied womb life sprung
Sobering moments found in foreign tongue
A fresh resolve to get it right
Not yet mastered, but I just might.
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I'll Drink to That
Date: Wednesday, 5th November 2014 @ 05:14:04 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: hauntedscorp

I had my first drink of beer at age four
Half a bottle later; I wanted more
At nine, I was at it again
It became my consistent friend

A sloppy twelve; I was caught red-handed
A sociopath gets reprimanded
The tables turned from that day forth,
Bound and eager to stay the course

By age thirteen, I was the vodka queen
Partied all night, and in day rarely seen
By fourteen; just Jamaican rum,
...But rye is what made. me. succumb.

Assault with deadly weapon at fifteen-
Never separated from my canteen,
On my own, a mother disowned,
A stolen childhood was bemoaned.

A crazed lunatic with little remorse-
An unquenched thirst became my best resource
Now devoid of who, what, and when
Or even why it all began.

Fast forward years, from sullied womb life sprung
Sobering moments found in foreign tongue
A fresh resolve to get it right
Not yet mastered, but I just might.


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