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Alcoholically Anonymous To Me - A Poem About Alcoholic Behavior
I can see me
I can see my brand new blazer, sleeves gone,
Barely hanging on my shoulders.
It doesn't matter, I won't need it anymore
I lost my job today.
I can see that my right shoe is missing
And that I have a black eye.
I see the cardboard box in my hand
That once held my personal effects from work
Now filled with bottles
Open and running over.
I can see me, a stranger.
I've been watching me all day
From the moment I slumped on my stool
And draped over the bar.
Me needed consolation
And I had to step aside and watch and wait;
Let the storm run its course.
I will be watching me until Me collapse later in a drunken stupor.
I had ordered a drink
Just something to calm my nerves
So I could have the courage to go home to my family
To face them and say, 'Honey, I lost my job today.
We'll have to cancel all those plans.
The trips, vacations;
Find cheaper Christmas gifts for the kids .
If things get too bad we that might have to sell one of our cars
Take out another mortgage
Have a garage sale.
With each thought I sank deeper
Grew more depressed
Ordered more drinks.
The more I drank,
The more I detached from me
Until we became two separate entities
I looked at Me slumped over the bar
Talking to Wray, Johnny, Morgan and Sam
Gesticulating to the throng behind them
As their keeper whisked them away quickly
To produce a new member of its family.
Me looked pathetic.
But I could do nothing about it
Nobody else would.
Nobody except you.
Pity you weren't in a better condition than me
That black eye wasn't enough.
Filling my box with bottles for later from hands and
Tables across the room.
I hobbled out the doors
A limerick booming from my lungs.
I followed close behind Me
Wanting it all to stop
Thanking God the streets were empty
Least my me won't be forgot.
Then remembered all could hear Me
Singing loud and strong
So I shook my fist at the heavens
And pitied my little me.
Her face was sleep deprived and worried
As she let me in the house
I could see tiny eyes peeping in the darkness
Through banisters on the stairs
I'm glad Me didn't hit her
Or say anything to hurt her
Although the sight of Me was enough
Me stumbled in the darkness
She kept out of my way with
Worried glances to the stairs
Me deposited my box on the carpet
And fell into my chair.
She quickly whisked it away.
Quiet sobbing on the stairs.
I can hear Me getting quiet now
I can feel me now a little
I can feel me getting tired
Time to sleep the pain away
I'm going back to me now
Been alone for long enough
Me will never know what happened today
He will never remember
I will never tell
Having just lost his job, a man stops on his way home to have a drink so he will be calm enough to tell his wife and family what happened. While there he becomes overwhelmed by his situation and drinks more than he wanted to.
He becomes inebriated and seems to have separated his conscious mind from his physical being and actions. He is relating his experience as he watches himself become drunk and is embarrassed and angry at himself for doing so.
Knowing he will not remember what happened, he goes home. As his physical, intoxicated self falls asleep on the sofa, his conscious mind does the same.