Upstanding Citizen

the alcohol,

I need to make,

this right. 

You said you were sure,

and you were fine. 

Do you need to talk for a bit,

to explain your story?

Before the story of,

what were drinking,

makes the night. 

I’m not lying,

if I’m dying,

to know what,

brought you here. 

You have a ripped shirt,

made of flannel, 

and you say you,

can’t hold your liquor. 

It looks like you’ve,

been hit by a bus.

Or been down,

on your luck. 

I just want to make sure,

your next choice,

won’t be your last. 

Don’t let the alcohol,

define your joy. 

Or whether or not it,

will get you closer to your boy. 

There’s some 

sick people,

in this world. 

They will do things,

to you I’m told.

You look like you,

would rather talk.

Or leave this place,

and begin to walk. 

I just want to make sure,

your next choice,

won’t be your last.

Let’s take that walk,

and do a proper talk. 

Let’s get you where you live,

and not in some strangers home.