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Six-pack of Pain
by Susan Q TomasYou scream “you’re an alcoholic!”
Because I consume too much beer.
“No more beer allowed in this house!”
So you switch to wine and margaritas.
You have alcoholics in your family,
you KNOW an alcoholic can’t have
any form of alcohol around them, much less,
consumed right next to them.
“You’re an alcoholic!” you scream
with your martini glass in hand
pointing one finger at me
and three fingers back at yourself.
I move out. Yet you come bearing gifts.
Tomatoes, cucumbers, and a 6-pack of Heineken,
You know I like all of these.
I accept them all.
I am an alcoholic. You know it and I know it.
So why do you feed my disease?
because you don’t want me to get healthy.
You like me to be weak and sick.
09/26/2009 Author's Note: The two lines, “one finger pointed at me and three fingers pointed at you” came from a counseling session in outpatient rehab.
Mr. Kasten, my lawyer knows about your gift of beer. I am no longer drinking. I have successfully put you and my alcohol abuse in the past. You might want to find a different horse to ride in on during our divorce trial.
Posted on 09/26/2009
Copyright © 2024 Susan Q Tomas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 09/26/09 at 01:36 PM excellent line, the one finger pointed at you and three pointed at yourself, if this is real life experiecen, good for you, it is hard to overcome our weeknesses. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 09/27/09 at 10:26 AM Addicted to alcohol, addicted to the relationship with the alcoholic - it's all hard stuff. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 06/03/11 at 03:34 AM Congrats on successfully beating your addiction, and moving on from the ex-husband. The poem rocks, too =) |
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