Without a day of college,
Met vodka remembering good times,d.u.i,and wasted time.
Never thought it would knock down my livers block sitting there as if it where a rock.
Waiting to take my life lock.
Hitting my life as if i shot with a Glock.
Vodka is taking me to death's block.
Stopping my life clock .
Throw me in the river.
Why did i let you get my liver.It runs threw my my veins like a snake Slitters .
Wasted Knowledge .
Vodka will rock ya,
knock ya ,
and then lock ya.
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This poem is a part of my life fighting with my addiction to alcohol .