DrUNk

A really nice poem I got it mailed from some buddy ,I felt like it's worth mentioning here so I did...

I went to a party Mom,

> I remembered what you said.
> You told me not to drink, Mom,
> So I drank soda instead.
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> I really felt proud inside, Mom,
> The way you said I would.
> I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
> Even though the others said I should.
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> I know I did the right thing, Mom,
> I know you are always right.
> Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
> As everyone is driving out of sight.
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> As I got into my car, Mom,
> I knew I'd get home in one piece.
> Because of the way you raised me,
> So responsible and sweet..
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> I started to drive away, Mom,
> But as I pulled out into the road,
> The other car didn't see me, Mom,
> And hit me like a load.
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> As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
> I hear the policeman say,
> "The other guy is drunk," Mom,
> And now I'm the one who will pay.
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> I'm lying here dying, Mom....
> I wish you'd get here soon.
> How could this happen to me, Mom?
> My life just burst like a balloon.
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> There is blood all around me, Mom,
> And most of it is mine.
> I hear the medic say, Mom,
> I'll die in a short time..
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> I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
> I swear I didn't drink.
> It was the others, Mom.
> The others didn't think.
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> He was probably at the same party as I.
> The only difference is, he drank
> And I will die.
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> Why do people drink, Mom?
> It can ruin your whole life.
> I'm feeling sharp pains now.
> Pains just like a knife.
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> The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
> And I don't think it's fair.
> I'm lying here dying
> And all he can do is stare.
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> Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
> Tell Daddy to be brave.
> And when I go to heaven, Mom,
> Put "GOOD BOY " on my grave.
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> Someone should have told him, Mom,
> Not to drink and drive.
> If only they had told him, Mom,
> I would still be alive.
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> My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
> I'm becoming very scared.
> Please don't cry for me, Mom.
> When I needed you, you were always there.
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> I have one last question, Mom.
> Before I say good bye.
> I didn't drink and drive,
> So why am I the one to die?