Inspired By Family
There once was a man named Daedalus
Known as a dentist of excellence
He sampled some Vicodin
Now he’s imprisoned in
A habit of common excrescence
A habit which started with booze
And far too much stress to diffuse
By day he’s adept
By night he’s a mess
Bullheaded, he hides his abuse
Bank statement dripping with red
Addiction and son to be fed
Labyrinthian thoughts
He’s trapped in their knots
And liquor won’t take off the edge
Suffering uncontrolled intake
The lassitude triggers a mistake
He injures a patient
Who sues in frustration
Beleaguered, he loses all restraint
Daedalus loses his license
His son abandons the crisis
Daedalus is jailed
How can he prevail
When consumed by something Unrighteous
From jail he warns his son Icarus
To stay away from drug’s influence
But his son breaks his arm
Gets hooked on drug’s charm
Now he too suffers deliverance
Not given the option to choose
Pain killers take even his shoes
Tangible antigens
Human precipitin
He binds with the other refuse
He lives in a place dubbed “the shed”
A place ruination is bred
The shambles beget
The space to defect
And compulsion enslaves the misled
Years pass while he’s stuck in this wake
He passively hopes for daybreak
Constantly distraught
Chancing one more shot
He begins to reintegrate
He starts, entirely lifeless
It takes incredible nisus
A solid foundation
To outshine temptation
At last, he conquers the crisis
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