that you don’t know what to do when I’m ‘this way.’
Why is it always about you, you, you?
It doesn’t take much imagination
to figure out why I’m like this – it’s you, you, you!
Does it never cross your stupid mind
that you drive me to such depths of despair
with your moan, moan, moaning,
drinking is my only solace, my only way out?
You shout and scream I make you unhappy
and you wish things were like they were before,
that this ‘sheer hell’ (moan, moan, moan)
is not you what you (moan) married me for.
Do you honestly think I care?
I wish you’d just leave me alone
and go and kill yourself,
cos you’re killing me with your nag, nag, nag.
Oh surprise, surprise!
Here come the waterworks,
tears spilling from your stupid eyes
as you wail that life is so unfair,
that you can’t live like this anymore.
Well piss off then you stupid whore.
But you won’t, will you?
You always say you’re gonna go -
but you always stay.
Don’t you know I know why you won’t,
cos no-one else
would have a moaning bag like you?
No wonder I bloody drink to drown out your
moan, moan, moan.
Well Mrs Moanybag
I wish you’d just piss off and leave me alone.
Moan, moan, moan, moan, moan.
Although my work involves caring for alcoholics and ex-alcoholics, I, as many ‘health professionals’ did not understand, did not know of the circumstances of the families of alcoholics as their story is not often told as it is hardly ever considered.
For the most part, families live their lives without any support whatsoever – unless that of Alcoholics Anonymous or similar agencies.
A long-term alcoholic living with his/her family often blames his/her partner for the problem - unjustly.
This poem was written in response to the challenge to write in the second person at dVerse 'Meeting the Bar' hosted by Victoria C.Slotto. Thanks
Image: courtesy of Wikimedia Commons, author Steven