You're nothing but a drunk man
does it make you happy...to ruin other peoples lives.
How does it make you feel, to ruin mine?
You are nothing but a drunk man, it must make you feel good, as the substance flows throughout your blue veins.
What is so special, about this toxicity flowing in your brain.
You're nothing but a drunk man.
Slam the table
Scream in my face, because it feels good.
I' am disrespectful for walking away, and for not saying I love you back, when you're just my Uncle, to become an Uncle no more.
You're nothing but a drunk man, sailing through your own sea of feel good, not.
You think it's my fault, or maybe someone else's.
Who do you think you are,
I can tell you if you don't know, and that is you're nothing but a drunk man.
Sundays your happy, but not today, you hate me now, you don't have power over my own relay.
Leave me alone, fix yourself.
Bob Marley said, "don't point your fingers unless yours are clean"
but no, no Peter. Your fingers are dirtier than a sick game of lies.
Chug your drink, to make you feel good.
Your own son wrote a song about you, but you can't seem to realize, because you're...nothing but a drunk man.
Blasting it all the way, making a fool of yourself, when they ran away from you 10 years ago, but who got stuck to be near you, that's me.
I used to think why am i alone, but then i realized, your disaster doesn't put me down no more.
You can't put the blame on me, you can't make me feel shame or guilt. I' am going to control myself, whether you like it....or not.
Hate me today, hate me tomorrow, hate me so you can finally, see what's good for you. Blue October was right, but in another sense i tried, to see things in another perspective...
but i know it's you
you ruined your life
you don't want to fix it, except your mouth to the bottle.
I used to cry, lock myself in my bedroom. But I want to thank you, for one last thing...and that's for making me, as strong as i am today.
Even though i realized, i'm battling anxiety, it's slowly going away, as long as i'm not near you. Fix yourself, before you look at me, or others. Because you're nothing but a DRUNK man!
This poem is dedicated towards my Uncle, who is suffering through his alcoholic addiction and harms everyone else around him, but also, worse...to which i realized, it's more of himself.