Like the rookie night before the game,
Unsure of the road ahead,
In my uneasiness I pour,
The thoughts out of my head,

A sip here and a dabble there,
Enough to throw me off,
I know for sure tomorrow,
My coach will yell and scoff,

I know the big game is coming,
But I party anyways,
The whole time thinking,
Of all my wasted days,

And I know tomorrow morning,
When the coach calls for me to play,
I will be to drunk and stupid,
To really cease this day,

The pine will be my ride,
And I will sit there for eternity,
Sore from the jagged grain,
Angry at the damnation’s certainty…