Let me tell you a simple story
full of non-existent worry
about a small boy who lost his father
to a red and silver bottle
filled with liquor clear as light
which brought sorrow yet delight
to the small boy's hopeless father.
Sipped and chugged and chugged and sipped
with experience in his grip
small boy's father held the bottle,
just as well he knew to throttle
it before the poor thing fell
nothing left, but a bold smell
of failure kept within the bottle.
Small boy's father lost his dreams
after which all went downstream,
so he struggled for a savior
who would change his ill behavior
and bring small boy's mother back
because she saw only the facts -
small boy's father had no savior.
Rude, sadistic, greedy, reckless
small boy's father had a checklist
marking each word with a gun
of all the things he had become
putting closer to his temple
the cold steal felt very gentle,
he found his savior – it was the gun.
Thats how the simple story goes
of a small boy's father's foes
that started off with a clear bottle
which brought nothing but a startle
to the small boy's fragile world
in which his family was hurled
by a red and silver bottle.