Post by aims on Aug 8, 2018 21:47:07 GMT -6
Today marks a 14 year dry spell for me. . .
a chosen fate,
chosen over a date. . .
a date with disaster!
deciding to not, toward hell, run faster!
chosing a modest level of self-control
over a headstone on a grassy knoll.
I like waking up knowing what I did the night before,
instaed of hearing my antics from someone I abhor!
I'll take my Odouls,
that non-alcoholic brew
and secretly laugh when I see drunk people do
the embarassing sshit they do!
and on this 8th day,
in the month of November
I will take a moment to remember
how 14 years earlier
cigarettes ruled me and cracked the whip
gratitude that reminds me why not to slip.
a chosen fate,
chosen over a date. . .
a date with disaster!
deciding to not, toward hell, run faster!
chosing a modest level of self-control
over a headstone on a grassy knoll.
I like waking up knowing what I did the night before,
instaed of hearing my antics from someone I abhor!
I'll take my Odouls,
that non-alcoholic brew
and secretly laugh when I see drunk people do
the embarassing sshit they do!
and on this 8th day,
in the month of November
I will take a moment to remember
how 14 years earlier
cigarettes ruled me and cracked the whip
gratitude that reminds me why not to slip.
