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Array ( [sid] => 56044 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Drink Up [time] => 2004-07-13 18:27:20 [hometext] => My friends father died when he got drunk because his wife told him she wanted a divorce. He got hit by an 18 wheeler. [bodytext] => Down it goes
Into the black
8 seconds time
Right on
Track it down
Hits the end
Begins its job
Starts to
Mend the heals
She left your heart
With the drink
Its a new
Start the motor
Hit the gas
People go too slow
Pull out to
Pass the river
Beyond the creek
Comes a truck
You're too
Weak you feel
The lights, they blind you
Heading in your face
Slam the breaks with your
Shoe to the left
Arm off to the right
You're lying in your blood
In the middle of the
Night was cold
See your breath
Too weak to cry
You can almost see the
Death overwhelms
Taste it in blood
Half under your car
Half burried in
Mud covers your body
Cakes on your gashes
Dusk to dusk
Ashes to
Ashes they burn you
Found you dead in the cold
They all guessed
You had been
Told not to drink
Advised not to drive
If you listened well
You might still be alive [comments] => 6 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 66 [informant] => foxxylady852 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
Drink Up

Contributed by foxxylady852 on Tuesday, 13th July 2004 @ 06:27:20 PM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse



Down it goes
Into the black
8 seconds time
Right on
Track it down
Hits the end
Begins its job
Starts to
Mend the heals
She left your heart
With the drink
Its a new
Start the motor
Hit the gas
People go too slow
Pull out to
Pass the river
Beyond the creek
Comes a truck
You're too
Weak you feel
The lights, they blind you
Heading in your face
Slam the breaks with your
Shoe to the left
Arm off to the right
You're lying in your blood
In the middle of the
Night was cold
See your breath
Too weak to cry
You can almost see the
Death overwhelms
Taste it in blood
Half under your car
Half burried in
Mud covers your body
Cakes on your gashes
Dusk to dusk
Ashes to
Ashes they burn you
Found you dead in the cold
They all guessed
You had been
Told not to drink
Advised not to drive
If you listened well
You might still be alive




Copyright © foxxylady852 ... [ 2004-07-13 18:27:20]
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Re: Drink Up (User Rating: 1 )
by gery_giggles on Tuesday, 13th July 2004 @ 06:34:28 PM AEST
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so sad to hear stories like this...i hope your friend is doing ok.i liked this poem,the story behind it is sad and it has a cool rythem to it..cant quite explain it *scratches head*
luv always


Re: Drink Up (User Rating: 1 )
by InnerBeautyQueen on Tuesday, 13th July 2004 @ 06:42:10 PM AEST
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i love the way you write! very good


Re: Drink Up (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 14th July 2004 @ 06:12:42 AM AEST
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Powerful work, foxxy. I have been as stupid to go DD'ing after an all night sesh, and I don't think I'll be doing it again anytime soon.

Ah, but for the foolishness of the drunkard! My condolences . . .


Re: Drink Up (User Rating: 1 )
by Stoney1 on Thursday, 15th July 2004 @ 02:59:24 AM AEST
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Did it ever occur to you that he may have simply
used the 18 wheeler to punch his own ticket?

Stoney


Re: Drink Up (User Rating: 1 )
by foxxylady852 on Thursday, 15th July 2004 @ 10:08:24 AM AEST
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His BAC was .3%. I doubt it.


Re: Drink Up (User Rating: 1 )
by foxxylady852 on Thursday, 15th July 2004 @ 10:08:41 AM AEST
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*** .03 % haha




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