He’s the mafia of sobriety with eyes in every bar.
If you try to buy a six-pack, you won’t get very far.
You’ll be waylaid at the corner and he’ll confiscate your glow.
When it comes to who is tippling, he is always in the know.
His methods may be dodgy, but they seem to work.
His strategy’s to follow you—to tattle, spy and lurk.
You won’t see him in the the shadows. He is tricky and uncouth,
but your sponsor’s only doing it for you, and that’s the truth.
Do unto others only what you’ve wanted done to you.
He’s had it done to him and now he’ll do and do and do.
The path that you have taken is one he knows too well.
He knows this particular demon that you have to quell.
The bottle has long been your friend, but now here is another.
One was a two-faced comrade, but this one is a brother.
Two hands held out to you and it is up to you to choose.
Will you choose the brotherhood or will you choose the ruse?
Great poem
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OLD MEMORIES~! Oh I am old enough to remember as a small kid being taught all of those prohibition and “temperance movement” songs and slogans with talks on the demon rum in church. (they even had to remind us that dogs and cats did not drink~! bet they did not know the truth about catnip~! ) Though it was already a lost cause, we still had to stand up and sing their songs and I know the words even today. New Lost City Ramblers sang a lot about this, and even Janis Joplin had something to say about it in her first song~!
Janis definitely improved after this one~! !
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So the mafia would be those trying to help you get sober. What a great way to discuss the decisions of the drinker. Great job.
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Sounds like joining AA with a really enthusiastic sponsor!
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You gots it.
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This is one from JJ that I have never heard.
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Same here. I thought I knew them all. She sounds like Ma Rainey in his song.
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Wonderful, Judy! I wish my mother would have had a sponsor, but, alas, she never accepted that she had a problem.
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Sad to hear that. Why do we try so hard to escape this wonderful world? First alcohol, then still alcohol but drugs as well.
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Beautiful poem
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Thanks, Rainbow.
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My pleasure 😊
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