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14 years, but who's counting
something i wrote to show the progression working the other way
from one more drink to none
The Raven
19 February, 2001
Once upon a midnight scary,
as I wandered drunk and weary,
My can of bud ever so handy,
Stumbling along, mumbling a song,
thinking, hoping, praying for one more chivas regal
to make this blackout a dandy
“A drink, just one more”
I hear some bird say so clearly
My vision blurring, my speech is slurring
as another bloodymary I am pouring
“Who the heck is that” I mumbled
guzzling a gallo port I stumbled, gently stumbled
As suddenly there came to my chamber door
A banging, a gentle banging
Almost a clanging as my head starts spinning,
a gentle spinning,
once again, my sweet lenore
John Barleycorn is winning
“A drink, just one more”
I hear some bird say so clearly
“I’ll be there in a second” I mutter
My chamber now seems so full of darkness,
my life seems so hopeless,
my song is so pointless
“why don’t this bird stop rapping, gently rapping.
` leave me in my misery,
a gentle misery, forevermore” I stutter
“A drink, just one more ----NEVERMORE”
I hear some bird barely
again I hear a knocking;
it begins to seem so shocking;
as I look around my chamber,
all my possessions I am hocking;
all my friends and foes away from me are flocking;
even I realize now, I need, to my head,
a good knocking;
a gentle knocking;
To stop the havoc, the dismay, the rebellion, the terrible scorn
that has been brought to my life by John Barleycorn
“a drink, just one more---------NEVERMORE”
I hear some bird say ever so clearly
In my soul a light begins to flicker,
a gentle flicker
As I start walking to my door
ever so quicker
My bourbon on the rocks to the floor, I start pouring
I no longer want to be a drunkard boring
As my heart begins to start a-pounding,
a gentle pounding,
A new courage I am founding
as I grasp the doorknob, now I feel a yearning,
I will open myself to a new learning
the door opens and there before me
two gentlemen so tall standing
“Good evening, sir, I’m dr. bob, we’ve come to help you once more”
and then the other fellow looked at me so sternly
as he shook my hand so firmly
“we’re here to take you to AA, my name is bill”
as they slipped my coat over my shoulders, and helped me down the stairs from my chamber door
I felt determined, we can do this, I felt alone no more
“a drink, just one more------ NEVERMORE”
from one more drink to none
The Raven
19 February, 2001
Once upon a midnight scary,
as I wandered drunk and weary,
My can of bud ever so handy,
Stumbling along, mumbling a song,
thinking, hoping, praying for one more chivas regal
to make this blackout a dandy
“A drink, just one more”
I hear some bird say so clearly
My vision blurring, my speech is slurring
as another bloodymary I am pouring
“Who the heck is that” I mumbled
guzzling a gallo port I stumbled, gently stumbled
As suddenly there came to my chamber door
A banging, a gentle banging
Almost a clanging as my head starts spinning,
a gentle spinning,
once again, my sweet lenore
John Barleycorn is winning
“A drink, just one more”
I hear some bird say so clearly
“I’ll be there in a second” I mutter
My chamber now seems so full of darkness,
my life seems so hopeless,
my song is so pointless
“why don’t this bird stop rapping, gently rapping.
` leave me in my misery,
a gentle misery, forevermore” I stutter
“A drink, just one more ----NEVERMORE”
I hear some bird barely
again I hear a knocking;
it begins to seem so shocking;
as I look around my chamber,
all my possessions I am hocking;
all my friends and foes away from me are flocking;
even I realize now, I need, to my head,
a good knocking;
a gentle knocking;
To stop the havoc, the dismay, the rebellion, the terrible scorn
that has been brought to my life by John Barleycorn
“a drink, just one more---------NEVERMORE”
I hear some bird say ever so clearly
In my soul a light begins to flicker,
a gentle flicker
As I start walking to my door
ever so quicker
My bourbon on the rocks to the floor, I start pouring
I no longer want to be a drunkard boring
As my heart begins to start a-pounding,
a gentle pounding,
A new courage I am founding
as I grasp the doorknob, now I feel a yearning,
I will open myself to a new learning
the door opens and there before me
two gentlemen so tall standing
“Good evening, sir, I’m dr. bob, we’ve come to help you once more”
and then the other fellow looked at me so sternly
as he shook my hand so firmly
“we’re here to take you to AA, my name is bill”
as they slipped my coat over my shoulders, and helped me down the stairs from my chamber door
I felt determined, we can do this, I felt alone no more
“a drink, just one more------ NEVERMORE”
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