Alcohol,!

sirlocowicked AKA Bubba

I don't drink I don't drive,

Wonder how I stayed alive.

I'd would have died if I hadn't stopped,

Alcohol for me was the Topps.

I was sick and didn't care,

What I was doing just wasn't Fair.

It was like being trapped in quick sand,

With no one there to lend a hand.

Even if a hand was extended,

On my knees I'd stay bended.

The selfishness that I possessed,

Everyday I became more obsessed.

What I was doing was not a joke,

Now instead I take a toke.

If I hadn't stopped I'd be in a grave or a pod,

Owe all my thanks to the man I call God.

Along with God I thank my sister,

She showed me a way to avoid this twister 🌀.

Hope this helps those in need,

Instead of alcohol I prefer weed!!

  • Author: Bubblicious (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 3rd, 2022 11:47
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • morange

    What did you mean by "in a grave or a POD"?

    • sirlocowicked AKA Bubba

      Ok a "Grave" is where a person is buried when Dead!
      A "Pod" is referring to being in a jail Pod!!!

    • Bragee

      I love this and I love the ending the most.
      Identify a problem and provide a solution!
      #classic



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