Driven to Drink

It's ironic, don't you think

that you've driven me to drink?

You the one so pure and sweet,

that I should worship at your feet?

At the times you criticize

try to cut me down to size,

Really, do you think it's true,

that I should see the best in you?

It's as if I'm never good.

You're always telling me I should

be other than I want to be.

Do you care a whit for me?

.

I never thought you'd stoop so low,

cursing what you think you know.

Only if lobotomized,

could you cut me down to size.

So when you talk at me I think,

that I really need a drink.

An anesthetic for the pain

of getting needled once again.

It's not easy to get away.

And I don't intend to stay.

But for now the edge I lose,

I drown your vitriol in booze.

March 2012.  Grapher