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Last Call

by J. P. Davies

You think,
that the answers lie in wait for you
so you drink.
and your questions drown for truth.

So tip one back again my friend,
yah Daddy's never coming home.
If you find yourself on the street tonight,
at least you're not alone.

Because it's last call Friday evening
and the bar is your support.
Yah It's last call Friday evening,
pick yourself up off the floor.

You say,
that you don't have a problem.
It's okay,
you drink less than your Father.

So order up another double,
and check your pains in at the door.
With every drink that passes,
you can't feel them anymore.

Bottoms up, you fucking lush,
did you forget you have a family?
Is the pavement comfortable?
Yah are you sure you're fucking happy?

You sit,
there and judge every other one,
when you hit,
your only son, your flesh-and-blood

So enjoy the bar, if you can stand
to see the look in your boy's eyes.
When you come home tomorrow morning,
and your "hellos" seem like "goodbyes"

If you can keep up this denial,
yah you'll be drowning in your lies.
Goodbye...

03/18/2004

Posted on 03/19/2004
Copyright © 2022 J. P. Davies

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Barbara Griffith on 03/19/04 at 08:09 PM

This is really well written... and I can't say how well written it is.

Posted by Kara Hayostek on 03/19/04 at 08:22 PM

Very moving poem, I have dealt with this issue in my own family and it is sad.

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