Short footed god of porcelain and white, <br />I ask your help to get me through the night, <br />I come to you again in agony and despair, <br />With whiskey on my breath, <br />And peanut shells in my hair. <br />My head is pounding, <br />The room is spinning, <br />The total reversal of the contents of my stomach, <br />Unfortunately is beginning. <br />I can walk no further, <br /> I can drink no longer, <br />My shear stupidity, <br /> I sit in the floor and ponder, <br />I didn’t come here for self-degradation, <br />I had no intention to give common sense the boot, <br />But responsibility and moderation, <br />Unfortunately are not my strong suits. <br />I hang my head in reverence, <br />I assume the position, <br />My gift to you will soon commence, <br />Through your crown of my own fruition. <br />Save me from myself, <br />Save my life from going south, <br />Save me from witnessing, <br />My shoes come out of my mouth. <br />But, if I must give back, <br />All that I have taken in, <br />Help me make it to tomorrow, <br />So that I may be forgiven, <br />For my depravity and sin. <br />If you’ll just do that for me, <br />I swear I’ll never drink again, <br />It’s a real waste to go out every weekend, <br />And never remember any of the things I’ve done, <br />Or the places I’ve been. <br />I know that talk is few and far between, <br />But I don’t want the bad me to be, <br />All that anyone can remember being seen. <br />Please except my prayer to you this day, <br />As I pull the lever and wash this night away, <br />I’ll make good on my promise, <br />Thanks for listening to my praying, <br />And I won’t be back again tomorrow, <br />Of course, that’s what I’ve always been saying.<br /><br />Walter Ferguson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prayer-to-the-porcelain-god/
