The crashing fall and the Detoxification of Alcohol,
Her family history of the flammable drink,
Her mother and Granma much the same,
Jenna had smashed her face,
On the Alaska capital steps,
So flat she need tubes for nostrils,
And now she was shocked I didn’t recognise,
Who was in front of me,
It’s me Jenna? Can’t you tell?
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Author:
Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 24th, 2023 18:53
- Comment from author about the poem: dt off alcohol is dangerous
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Comments1
Yes they are. I know first-hand. Great poem.
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