Hey Alcohol, Don’t You Remember Me?

You have been a close friend of family for years

Why just last New Years we shared cheers!!!!

Tossed back from swigs while dancing jigs, before tripping

I can’t believe you don’t remember me my friend and witness

I’m your best man., you know me, I’m Anonymous

Last Year We Was Best Mans at My Friends Wedding

Toasting his Matrimony by quickly becoming intoxicating

Cursing friends as if enemies, you sure can scream blasphemy

While filling me with courage to speak my behind, untimely

Having all the guests going…..and going back for more, binging

Even if the bar is dry, going to the store to buy hard not soft drinks

At all costs Alcohol, I’ll let you do the talking and funny walking

You sure you don’t remember me Alcohol, its Anonymous

We are relatives, my kids are named because of and for you

My son, you remember him, dark skinned called Henny Black

Everybody on the block knows him, always talking, they call him yak

My daughter is the sweetest thing on the block, everyone has tasted

She has a whole lot of kids, going by names from Rose to Cisco!

Yeah they was unplanned from Sex on the Beach with indiscreet

That night, you was the one who turned out the lights of caution

As we were both dizzy from the Sea Breeze feeling wetted

Feeling free and sexing fancy, howling and moaning romancing

Unplanned messages in bottles from slurping teas from Long Island

Now profiling a façade of sobriety in public policing of my status

Hiding my affliction to this latest and greatest addiction……drinking, drunken!

Punking new jacks, bent over ‘earling or sweating from an Alcoholic rushing

Me and you Alcohol were functional, from consuming more than a few

Irrationally telling of lies, all the while working the crowd of loved ones

Winning fights from previous nights’ rave of rage, only not to remember or recall

Damaging persons in occurrences of strangeness, injuring innocents driving drunk

Waking up, hung over but never quite over, catching up with Alcoholic needing

Talking me out of reality, steady in the spirit of possessing one more consuming

So there we are descending clearly in sight of the bottom of the bottle

Swallowing pride, family and health, to only be filled with the presence of you

Alcohol you sure you don’t recall me? I’m your boy that night of the spiking

Innocently assuming free drinks meant that the next step was naturally free thinking

As reputations spoke before me, for me in representing me as a relative Alcoholic

Able to handle all sorts of alcoholic derivatives, never expecting or

inspecting for an intentional poisoning from unknown patrons with names

like Mickey or Ruthie!!!

Finally the well known NYC drunken master, barely escapes disaster of his liquid surmise

Humbly thanking GOD for a further chance, in a room full of Anonymous fools

All professing and signifying their relation to a first cousin, sister or brother to….Alcohol from seemingly Anonymous

So this is my story, never expecting to be removed from the glory of indulging

Now existing solely for recovery, discovering the Spirit of Alcohol and realization

That they were never really a kin of me, no wonder Alcohol would commonly be disclaiming my existence up high

As I sit here in a room for a group of Anonymous best friends and relatives of Spirits!