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Alcoholic abuse

You don’t deserve me
You want to hurt me
Stay away from my life
Not just after the strife.

The drink shows it’s colours
Back to your mothers
I wait for release
My confidence decreases.

Your Pattern repeats
I forget to eat
earnings gone straight away
Your lies betray.

Your counsellor speaks clearly
I speak merely
Your abstinence
lasts one day.

You walk with a sway.
It’s seems your Impulse
And stench I repulse
Has a firm grip
My friends I skip.

Alcoholic alert
The marriage subverts
The kids stay quiet
Drink, the fathers diet.

At parents evening, you appear
To have drunk a beer
Your cheeks flushed red
We see the Head.

Concern for your son
He’s ten plus one
Shouts in class
His yells, a mask.

You appear nonchalant
No reflection for your enfant
I answer and sigh
And strangely deny.

It’s all happy at home
Our life full of chrome
George never shouts
We see him about.

Homework’s all done
Problems we shun
Tempers I doubt
Mealtimes Throughout.

Joyce

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