That party…

It’s fair to say I will be writing drivel
Say what you will though for I’ll not snivel
But I know I’m drunk, I’ve had four large glasses
Of bourbon and later rum laced with molasses.
At the moment I’m quaffing Jim Beam Double Oak
Inured as I am, it don’t make me choke
But in fairness I’m supping a coffee as well
Though I wouldn’t try driving, that I can tell.
The point of my ditty I must just explain
I really must make it all perfectly plain
I’m attending a party where such is the norm
Yet to be frankly honest, it’s not going a storm.
‘O hello, great time, yes fab, must do it again’
Perhaps we can go now, it’s well after ten
Then something I realised, I’m so out of luck
The party’s at our house, so here I am stuck.

©Joe Wilson – That party…2016

Consequences

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As he staggered through the door drunk
so his wife knew she was in for a beating
she could forgive him the anger he felt
she was the one who had betrayed him
she was the one who had been unfaithful
what she could not forgive were the beatings
he had no right to do that to her, he had no right
she had never imagined him to be a violent man
but since he felt the betrayal he had drunk
he had drunk so much he could often barely stand
but still he had no right to beat her, he had no right.

One night he went completely crazy and broke both of her legs
he broke one of her arms too but with the other one
she stabbed him to death with his favourite knife
she stabbed him so hard they couldn’t get the knife
out of his stomach till they did the autopsy
now everyone’s life is ruined, his, hers
the children’s, and his parents
and her parents, and their friends
and their neighbours, their work colleagues
and everybody they knew in some small way
has been affected and altered in some way.

She was wrong, he was wrong, everyone suffers
none of us are perfect and there are always

consequences!

©Joe Wilson – Consequences 2014

 
My wife and I have had a lovely marriage that is still beautiful after forty-two years.
I just wish, rather naïvely perhaps, that others could be as fortunate.
Violence is no answer. ❤