Was told a problem
Three times drinking and driving
Classes now and more
Fines, lawyer, and breathalyzer
First nights class at the door
I don’t belong here, I got a handle
I sit near the back listening a guy yak’
I believe he needs this class
About his problem long ramble
everybody looking at me as if my problem!
Feel out of place
As a round with a bunch of squares
Then a lady loud with tears
She is near a craze’
Now I’m saying my prayers
She talking while at me stares
Is this new guy feel guilty night
I’ve got to leave
These people have real problems
My problem nothing ..here good grief
Across the room a lady smiles
Again while looking at me
Why am I so popular here
Dating a drunk not my style
Maybe she wants me to buy her a beer
Not going to happen lady
This is an alcohol rehab
Not a social for dating
Besides i need the beer more
My problem not severe, not being a crab
Now they say my turn …what!!
Knees knocking as I try to stand
Thinking what to say
Maybe wrong door walked
Believe me I won’t rant’
I stutter ..maybe I got a problem
Unexpected boo!
What you want ..okay I’m a drunk
Only some days and nights a little do
Okay a problem, but it’s MY problem!!
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