Whiskey and a Bible: poems about life
art & poetry by Brian Loewer
Proverbs 23:21
21 For drunkards and gluttons become poor, and drowsiness clothes them in rags.
I got a Bible by my bed
and whiskey on my lips,
guitar strings running
through my fingertips.
My momma use to tell me,
"Son, you got to quit,
all that lonely drinking...
no good can come from it!"
But this vice has got me,
Its got me 'round the neck.
I'm dying for a drink,
I'd kill for just a sip.
So, I stay on my front porch,
in the chair where I reside,
a short glass half empty,
dew dripping off the side.
Momma said it'd leave me lonely,
reminiscing by myself.
She told me, "Drop that bottle,
and take this Bible with yourself."
It's sitting on my stand,
with those pages turned to Psalms,
next to an open bottle,
as I sleep with empty arms.
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