Poetry: “Boozin’ Is Using Again” (a work in progress)

Boozin’ is using again

He cannot seem to stop

I think he’s gonna die

LIke a used up mop

He once gave it up for about an hour

But he sorely lacked the will power

Boozin’ is using again

He cannot seem to stop

I wish he’d be refusing.

He once gave it up for a day

But he went back to it in May

Now, all we can do for him is pray.

Boozin’ is using again

He cannot seem to stop

If he’s near your stuff

You better call a cop

He once gave it up for an entire season

He seemed OK

But used again for no good reason

Boozin’ is using again

He cannot seem to quit

When he’s lit he doesn’t care a bit.

He once gave it up for life,

But got shot dead by his angry wife.

Poetry: “History Is Written”

History is written by those who win.

It is oft written by those who sin.

The loser’s account might not be found

Except in the bargain bin.

Some stories are told after large drinks of gin

Or lore sent down by generations of kin.

History is written by those who have won

All too often at the point of a gun.