The life I’ve chose from a bottle flows
I live from drink to drink
A sad refrain so the story goes
Yet not as bad as you’d think
A fifth of gin is my best friend
When the shakes I try to fight
Come 6pm I’m past out again
But at least I sleep the night
Ain’t much truth in Absolute
Jack Daniels is more my speed
It goes down smooth as my pain it sooths
Makes my life seem so complete
Oblivion is the destiny that draws me ever near
With drink in hand I retreat again to the place that I call here
Friends all say – Can’t go on this way living life upon the street
I chuckle-snort and with a toothless grin stumble to my feet
I raise my glass and say out loud, come celebrate my defeat
My wasted life, no kids, no wife, no future that I can see
With beer or gin, to wash away my sorrows and my sins
And when it’s right I end the night, just good ole Jack and Me
copyright – Michael R. Wood - 2003
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Reviews of "Good Ole Jack and Me"
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on June 2, 2003
This is profound work, so real and sad.
Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on June 1, 2003
Good work with a much needed message...how sad that some do not hear or see they way things really can be!
~Nikki~
well done!... there may be a small inconsistency, in the fact, that a homeless drunk could not indulge in the luxury of jack & absolute but rather ripple...
In a post-coup America, an Illinois farm boy is drawn into the resistance by his brother's death. Captured, he is given a choice: betray his friends, or the girl he loves will be lobotomized.
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
~Nikki~
oh, this one rips out the heart *tears*
well done...
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :(
Excellent portrayal of an alcoholics life. Hope its a fictional account.
Namaste'
Melanie
May Lu $*_*$ a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
-Bear
Leland