A lot of people know that I don't drink. I always had trouble explaining why I didn't drink, until I wrote a poem about it so that people wouldn't ask me after shows. Well, I've had a few requests lately from people who heard my "Sober Eyes" poem from my first CD on XM/Sirius satellite radio. Well folks, here it is:
by Josh Sneed
I sit here with my sober eyes,
And take all of this in.
A man just fell and pissed himself,
Wait….he’s back up again.
In a corner this man sits alone,
And talks to his shot of Jim Beam.
I can’t keep track of how many he’s had,
15 or 20 it’d seem.
One girl is dancing, and I’m afraid
Her mirror is telling her lies.
For her skirt is struggling to contain
Her telephone pole-like thighs.
The alcohol that she’s consumed
Has caused her eyes to glaze.
Her belt should be given overtime,
Or at the very least, a raise.
“Play me some Skynyrd!!”, she yelled at the band.
And he couldn’t believe what he heard.
This woman seemed to capture his soul
When she yelled, “Come on! Freebird!”
She sees him and smiles and pull him in close.
For a mate, this woman does seek.
And, if it weren’t for his big ol’ beer gut,
They’d be dancing cheek to cheek.
It’s closing time now, he gives her “the look”
She nods her head yes to the man.
They leave the bar, walk under the stars
Together, hand in hand.
And as I drove home I can’t help but think
As that trailer is rocking tonight,
What they’ll think of each other
When they’re sober and in the daylight.
But whatever happens, I’m just glad
That I am alcohol free.
Or else someone might be reading a poem
About that same woman, and me.