"Old Man Bourbon"

Dark and misty on the highway On a cold damp winter's night Old Man Bourbon on his breath As he lie there close to death.

Always boasting and bragging Being the know it all that he was Never turning down the temptations Of Old Man Bourbon and cars.

Staring into the heavens White snow flakes fall upon his lash A cold soberness quickly upon him When he relizes that he has crashed

As he struggles to shift his head His body twisted and torn He lets out a hurtling scream Closes his eyes and mourns.

But closing his eyes does nothing. The bourbin does not hide this horrible sight. The bourbin that use to blind him Will not blind him from what he sees tonight.

Staring at what's lying beside him He screams in horror at top of his lungs. For covered in blood on a blanket of snow, He finds it is his dying son.

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