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Travesty a its Finest (poem)

Travesty at its Finest
By C. J. Strong

His name was Travis, and he was an alcoholic
He loved to bowl, and drinking gave him an edge
His passion for the sport was unparalleled, and he was very good
He could have gone to the Olympics, but drinking was his best sport
His frame of drinking and bowling slowly came to an end

He had wasted most of his life as a could-have-been
He watched on as friends and teammates became famous
He decided that enough was enough, and he quit cold turkey

His life finally started to turn around, and he started to compete again
His bowling prowess and untapped potential was unlike anyone else
His technique helped him win several perfect games

He decided to make one last go of it, and so he did
His shot back to the top, and he was off to the Olympics
He was finally fulfilling his dreams, that is until an old friend came back into his life
His alcoholism was back, and back to the gutter he went
He only took one shot of whiskey, and that was all it took

He drank for several days’ straight leading up to the competition
He no longer cared if he won or lost, as long as he did it with a beer in his hands
He entered his final bowling match as the anchor for his team just as alcohol was for him

His hands shook and his performance was lack luster
His partners couldn’t believe their eyes
His one shot at redemption had turned into a foul

He decided to drink one last one before the match ended
His body could no longer take the abuse
He collapsed after releasing his bowling ball one final time
His liver could spare no more
He could hear the crowd as they reacted to the pins getting knocked down


Strike!
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