Give me some vodka, give me some beer,
pass the Jack Daniels right over here.
Ill drink me some rum and chug me some wine,
Ill finish the bottles in record time.
I will drink anything thats on the table,
Im always ready, willing, and certainly able.
People say Im a drunk but I do not agree.
Why is this pink elephant always following me?
I am not addicted to what I like to drink
just because I pass out on the counter
and usually throw up in the sink.
I am not an alcoholic as some people do think
Its just every once in a while I need to have a drink.
I have heard people talk about the health risks of drinking
how it effects the liver, the kidneys, and the whole process of thinking.
But I dont really care cause it wont happen to me
cause all those other people were stupid and just not smart like me.
Its getting late I must get home.
I leave my good friends warm abode
but still Im in a drinking mode
so I grab a beer just for the road.
That Saturday night Im driving home
in the car Im all alone.
I just drank another load
and now that stupid pink elephant is in the road.
Im swerving left, Im swerving right
to get that elephant out of sight.
Im forced to drive into someones lawn
to discover magically the pink elephants gone.
Next thing I know the cops are there
asking who, what, when, why and finally where.
Some people are there and screaming, Why?
Why did my son have to die?
I turn my head and what I see
is an alcohol related fatality.
Because of my tendency to drink
a boys life went down the kitchen sink.
This boy is dead because of me
and this might break up the whole family.
Why didnt I listen, why didnt I see
the grip that alcohol had on me?
Why couldnt I just have had less to drink?
thats what I keep on telling my shrink.
SuicideEd. Note is now in my head
because I cant accept the life I have led.
This gun will ensure that I am dead.
But what is the last thing that I do see?
Its that evil pink elephant staring and laughing at me.
The moral of this story, what Im trying to say,
is that the unfortunate ending didnt have to be this way.
Do not drink and drive. Its not that hard to do
or this story might not be fiction but might apply to you.
Scott wrote this poem for a health class and chose alcohol as the subject because his dad is a functioning alcoholic. Scott explains the term functioning as he drinks a lot but he still functions on a normal basis...doesnt think he has a problem (like they all do) and refuses to seek help.
EDITORS NOTE: Suicide is a temporary feeling and should not be believed or acted upon. It opens up a whole new set of problems, especially for the people you leave behind who will most certainly grieve your permanent absence. Please, whatever your pain or regret, work with a spiritual leader or counselor to resolve your problems. Do not end your life.