Alcohol Anonymous Poem by Richard George

Alcohol Anonymous

Rating: 4.5


I am a clever enemy.
I am always one step up on you:
when you say two, I am three, and four.
I always have the right excuse,
the watertight alibi;
the disarming confession.
There is always a more charitable conclusion.

I am the patron saint
of actors, and confidence tricksters,
of those you like who are not your friend.
And I am not your friend.
I shall slur the tongue of my nemesis,
dim her eyes and dull her ears,
I shall turn her wrath to contentment
and her chiselled marble features
into red and rustic.

I am a disease
that feels like rude good health;
a central nervous system depressant
that makes you forget you are tired,
a last resort that feels like Plan A.

I am a clever enemy,
and one you will never defeat:
the best that you can hope for
is exile from my house of love
and sad celibacy.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Jani 26 May 2014

Fantastic poetry here well done

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Mary Nagy 08 October 2005

Growing up in a house of alcoholism (both parents) this really hits home Richard. Very well written. Sincerely, Mary

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Max Reif 11 July 2005

a sad, good, sober-literally and otherwise-poem.

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