Unfortunately it was his shift,
he had forfeit for a about a week,
he prayed not to fall in that hole that he had climbed out of,
he could not control,neither could he choose,
a truck full of beer,
his whole body trembled with fear,
the journey started,what could he have done and they had parted,
the aroma drove him crazy,could he have avoided? maybe,
he parked and drunk one or two bottles,
all to ease the effects of the bumps from the potholes,
two became ten,the journey he had forgoten,
his body began to stagger,he wished what he had taken was a burger,
the journey came to an end,
and there was nothing he could mend,
he knew he had lost his job,for the beer tricked his soul,
so he started to sob.
Dark hands 