There once was a man named Stan
Who was hit in the head with a pan
It made a great lump
He fell with a thump
With a whiskey still clutched in his hand
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this poem can relate to an alcoholic who maybe does not have any control over himself or his actions, so much so that he starts hurting the people he cares about most. He maybe then hurts one badly, while drinking again, that they hit him over the head with a pan.