Fire deep inside my soul:
Burning drink from crystal holes
Birthed my curse as a young man-
Not caring 'bout the mind destruction.
Thanks to Captain Morgan's induction,
I'm Jack Daniel's biggest fan.
Gulp after gulp, bottle after bottle,
I let my myself run rampant all around-
Making sure my hand's on that glass throttle
So I can take a crash into the ground.
Fire deep inside my soul:
Now I take a whiskey stroll
Down the blur of Brandy Lane-
My liver takes another rum hit.
I'm falling down the Sam Adams pit,
To chug some more vodka veins.
Gulp after gulp, bottle after bottle,
I become king of the sour mash mound-
Wrapping my fingers on that glass throttle
To make another crash into the ground.
Fire deep within my soul:
Assuming my tipsy role
As the master of red-eye-
Cars and trucks turning into bright lights.
Metal and wood start an off-road fight,
Friends give their bloody goodbyes.
Gulp after gulp, bottle after bottle,
I've killed my friends and now become jail-bound-
Still I keep my grip on that glass throttle
And make another crash into the ground.
Burning drink from crystal holes
Birthed my curse as a young man-
Not caring 'bout the mind destruction.
Thanks to Captain Morgan's induction,
I'm Jack Daniel's biggest fan.
Gulp after gulp, bottle after bottle,
I let my myself run rampant all around-
Making sure my hand's on that glass throttle
So I can take a crash into the ground.
Fire deep inside my soul:
Now I take a whiskey stroll
Down the blur of Brandy Lane-
My liver takes another rum hit.
I'm falling down the Sam Adams pit,
To chug some more vodka veins.
Gulp after gulp, bottle after bottle,
I become king of the sour mash mound-
Wrapping my fingers on that glass throttle
To make another crash into the ground.
Fire deep within my soul:
Assuming my tipsy role
As the master of red-eye-
Cars and trucks turning into bright lights.
Metal and wood start an off-road fight,
Friends give their bloody goodbyes.
Gulp after gulp, bottle after bottle,
I've killed my friends and now become jail-bound-
Still I keep my grip on that glass throttle
And make another crash into the ground.
Author notes
Prompt: i want to drink that last shot of whiskey and smoke that last cigarette
A song through the words of an alcoholic.
NOTE*: (I'm not an alcoholic nor do I drink!)
Comments and Critique welcomed!
Hope you enjoy and God Bless!
A contest entry
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Comments
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Goodness Im glad thats only a prompt. Phew. Te He. Great work. I really enjoyed this one.

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Well I am glad that your not an alcholic. I enjoyed reading this. I hope you do well in my contest and thanks for entering. Love and Peace!
-Jess
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Very Convincing
I really enjoyed this, the first piece of yours I have read. It reminds me of a book I am reading, The Gargoyle, very interesting read as well. You could be a novelist, I think, at how convincing you were that it was you. I am looking forward to more. Thanks!

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Thank You for Your Entry ~
I like this lyrical take; I'd enjoy hearing this to music one day, let me know if it ever gets recorded
I'm pleased you're not an alcoholic nor drink
bravo on this
best of luck!
♥
Stay safe
~Manda




