"The Game"

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This is a poem about the dangers of alcohol.

Submitted: March 01, 2010

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 The Game

 

It was one night that I decided to drink

Little did I know that my life would be on the brink

 

Quarters was the name of the game

My life that night would never be the same

 

It started out as harmless fun

But it wasn’t by the time we were done

 

Bounce the quarter miss the glass you take a shot

After a while you start feeling hot

 

I don’t remember how many I had

I don’t remember even feeling bad

 

Last thing I remember is sitting in a chair

Next thing I know I wake up incoherent and impaired

I wake up on my back in a hospital bed

The doctors telling me I should be dead

 

My dad and brother had to pump my chest and give me cpr

They did this numerous times to restart my heart

 

The doctors ran tubes up my nose and hooked me up to an iv

From what I was told it wasn’t a pleasant sight to see

 

The whole time they were running the tubes they said I would shout

They had to run the tubes to get the alcohol out

 

The next moment I woke I was at home in my bed

With my chest hurting and a pounding in my head

 

My throat was sore and it was hard for me to talk

My legs were weak and it was all I could do to walk

 

They said I quit breathing three times that night

I should be dead now by all rights

 

That’s what happens when you play the game

 

If you decide to play

 

Be forewarned your life may never be the same


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