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Turned to the boss, he stammered ‘PLEASE,
I’m overwhelmed by this disease.
I cannot help it that I drink
and if I AM now at the brink
of losing what pays all my bills,
your verdict Sir, will be what kills
and you would carry in your soul
the guilt from taking on the role
to pull the rug from under me
and hang me from the tallest tree.

You know, mylord, I cannot stop,
a kangaroo must always hop,
I have, as you will, doubtless, guess
searched deep within, my heart, no less.

The fault, however, does not rest
with me but hatched inside the nest,
you see my father was too strict
he labelled me a derelict.

My mother nursed me for two moons
next door they raised a pair of goons.
And that, of course, was what soon paved
the road for me to a depraved
and helter-skelter life of stress,
so, on your sacking, stop the press!

Genetically, I carry genes
that ripened in my early teens.
It’s chromosomes from Mum and Dad
and if you ask me, they are bad.

Thus, all in all, I’m NOT to blame.
The world around me takes the shame.
A drink to me is medicine
and not some godforsaken sin.

Herbert Nehrlich

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-disease-called-alcoholism/

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