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DEALING WITH ADDICTION |
As a very small child, I'd sip now and then,
off of the beers of my mentoring men.
My grampa would give me a drink, maybe two.
My uncle and father had gave me a few.
And as I got older, the more I would drink.
The next day I'd puke in the toilet or sink.
I always thought beer tasted bad. That it stunk.
I made myself drink it. I liked to get drunk.
It caused many problems, like smashing up cars.
Making a fool of me out in the bars.
Lost some nice girl friends, I'm sure, from my boozing.
Nights in the jail-room, for drinking and cruising.
Lost a few jobs that I wish I had back.
Been through so many that I can't keep track.
Drunken behaviors that filled me with shame.
A habit I never was able to tame.
Though it had caused me a world full of friction.
I couldn't escape from my boozing addiction.
Booze was the drug that had started my roll.
That's where it was, that I first lost control.
Booze is a drug. It is prob'ly the worst one.
Though I've done all of them, booze was the first one.
Now that I've been there and really been bit.
I'd have to say it's the hardest to quit.
You just can't escape all the ads that you see.
In magazines, billboards - of course on TV.
It's served in the restaurants, airports and planes.
Football and baseball. It's served at the games.
I know, much too often, that I'll be exposed.
I could pray that all of the breweries be closed.
Instead I have set an attainable goal.
To follow my program and stay in control.