But mother, I am always fine <br />and yes, I did receive the wine <br />your package came on Monday night <br />the gift was wonderful, just right. <br /> <br />You asked re spirits and my health <br />and whether I am gaining wealth. <br />The latter has been quite elusive <br />the former always is inclusive. <br /> <br />You see those spirits keep me well <br />as any doctor sure could tell <br />he is a loser who assumes <br />that man should live without the fumes <br /> <br />of what those little tiny beasts <br />called ethanol-producing yeasts <br />with diligence in many hours <br />create, to make me smell the flowers. <br /> <br />I know that you and Dad are crazy <br />retired, ignorant and lazy. <br />You disapprove of me, your girl <br />your once adored and pretty pearl. <br /> <br />My boss is from the same old block <br />a stuffy, stoic, dimwit cock. <br />He could not see the worth of me <br />called me a constant absentée. <br /> <br />The cops who took my car away <br />just wanted me to pay and pay <br />their fines and even for the towing <br />the judge himself was so all-knowing. <br /> <br />My landlord cannot wait a week <br />for rent, the future there looks bleak. <br />It's not my fault though, mother dear <br />and don't believe what you may hear. <br /> <br />I'm ill and drinking is my lot <br />my mind directs and I am not <br />at leisure to curtail the booze, <br />it isn't something that I choose. <br /> <br />The gods have given me the genes <br />that had me drinking in my teens. <br />And now, at thirty it is you <br />who sends me purple vineyard brew? ! <br /> <br />How can I get my life in order <br />when brain cells call, like a recorder <br />to feed them quickly firewater? <br />I'm asking you! Your loving daughter.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-not-an-alcoholic/
