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The Inebriate's Epiphany
I was walking past the graveyard when my tooth broke,
so I spit out those shattered fragments of my life.
And when I stepped inside it felt as if my soul spoke,
and the words it spewed cut through me like a knife.
It said “boy, this will be your final destination,
so take a look because it's closer than you think,
'cause that life you lived so filled with such elation,
for a woman, or a drug, or for a drink.
Has taken on a drastic change in its direction,”
as you notice it's directed for the worse,
“and your acquaintances wont sense your misconceptions,
while they're laughing as you pass them in a hearse,
and your widow and your orphan and your parent,
they wont be crying, they'll be sighing with relief,
'cause in that life you lived and deemed yourself coherent,
they looked on in shame and disbelief.
You professed profound, inebriated journeys.
Your beguiled, your bewildered. You be damned,
but you'll be smiling as they're rolling out the gurney,
'cause the pieces finally fit as you had planned.
You'll be rotting, decomposing, and decaying,
in your death, just as you did it in your life,
and when you get to hell there wont be no-one praying,
'cause your the only one to feel your self wrought strife.”
That's when I closed my eyes and held my ears denying,
saying “this cant happen.” as it kicks me in the ass.
And I'm shaking, and I'm sweating, and I'm crying.
Going nowhere, and I'm getting nowhere fast.
So I shake my head in quiet desperation,
I'm despondent, I'm defunct, and I'm depressed,
as I sit and try to find an explanation,
on a headstone while I'm dwelling on my past.
Just by chance I spy the name that”s on the marker,
and it's mine and leaves me staring there in shock.
I can see now that my future's getting darker,
and I'm stuck between this hard place, and this rock.
That's when I realized I've come upon a crossroad,
that says “its finally time to get that ass in gear.”
Because one turn here's the cut off for the lost souls,
and the other? well, my option's pretty clear.
So my brain it finally starts engaging,
I saw it spark, I smelled it smoke, I heard it think.
As it told me that this “bull thats been a' raging,”
had better see a dentist…or a shrink .