Let the walk begin,
towards the place of sin.
I'm a clerk of spirit sale within.
Not on a different plain,
and never in my brain.
To keep the job, I can't refrain.
Meeting many faces,
the liquid fills their empty spaces.
To build us a new requiem,
first we build the momentum.
The momentum of flow,
go where the winds blow.
I walk to the job in the snow.
Most faces I see here,
seem empty until they buy their beer.
This "liquid courage", it eliminates fear.
I, Myself, I don't touch it.
The feeling makes my insides spit.
I spit out darkened spirits.
The addiction, I will never again choose it.
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Indeed, I was once addictied to alcohol a year or two ago, and quit and havent touched it since.. and now I work at a liquor store, so thats kinda weird, and its my first real job .. which is weird cuz I've been out of school for 2-3 years now. .. so I wrote about it, because it's odd seeing people "craving" for booze I wish I could help them, but it is their choice.
Thank you for your kindness and wisdom... my only addiction now is love and keeping myself healthy.