Church Bees My Aa

I never knew angst to be so devilish a thing Taking me from a million clean years, To ABC house of booze, because, My blood money was abused by him Wrecking the Kia Sportage I was strapped in A passenger, pained to point of surgeries. And on a rainy morning he swore resenting Driving me to physical therapy, And before the settlement, made his request: "...Do my bathroom floor like yours." And half of what I got was to be his He carved such rules I broke in time And kept secret what figures were mine. But, lo and behold I sat pondering, counting pennies And the devil drove me to think... I should drink to that All I got, and shared, and fail to stash. Who knew Canadian whiskey would whisk me to detox? And I, a recovering addict/alcoholic chose house of God In AA I'd sit with alcoholics sharing what they drank, How, when, where. I'd rather say never again. *