The words ‘I can’t drink anymore’ used to mean “I am full to the brim” But now it means so much more Whenever I think about him Micheal was his name A kinder soul could never exist Meanwhile battling inner demons Like zombies in the mist Micheal was a very gifted soul With a kind and gentle heart He was my guardian angel Right from the very start Good looking and athletic Mike seemed to have it all Until the moment he discovered The poison called …….alcohol While alcohol may not be poison to everyone It sure was for poor ol’ Mike And Mike never found a flavor That he didn’t like Mike knew that it would kill him The only question he had was when Knowing that the main reason he would drink Was to pass out Again and Again The demons that I referred to Really did exist They were not just zombies Arising in the mist With trophies and scholarships Mike seemed to have it all Until the moment he discovered The poison called ………..alcohol The result of childhood trauma Which can affect us all Some will never recover They may stumble and fall Unfortunately for poor ol’Mike He never did recover His own inner truths He never could discover The inner truths that provide happiness Is what I’m talking about Poor Mike could never find his Of that, there is no doubt Hard working and always smiling Mike seemed to have it all Until the moment he discovered The poison called ………..alcohol The moral of the story If you will hear me through Is that Mike is like the rest of us Doing the best that we can do It is truly impossible To drink your problems away That has been proven too many times There is nothing more to say
