Wernicke-Korsakoff

Resting on a cigarette burnt throne, a king in his own mind, but master?

not even to his own Dionysian vices

Barking orders in pig latin, weighing heavily on wife and children,

unselfish with the belt and demanding on the bed

Only cheerful when at the pub, rolling dice, hookers on his lap

Hide the piggy bank, the TV, every dime!

Time to recount when at the war, when at the moon! Now Atlantis!?

But hush! Lest he realize weve watered down his booze!

Jug by Jug, time has wore down this once overwhelming tyrant

Now a sad shadow of his former self

Scarred offspring and long dead wife could barely feel mad at this

amber, bloated, carmine barfing, urine soaked man

Its so hard to remain a monster when alone in a hospital room

This aged man calling for mother at his deathbed

Alcohol had them in common, it had set them apart

Now it has brought them back together at last

Blame on the evil genes, the poor control. Blame on parents, teachers and songs.

Blame on politics, religion and modern day. Blame on poverty, insecurity and hate.

Blame on you and me and them all. Blame on anything, but always blame.