National Poetry Month Day 15: Alcoholism

Knowledge is a frisbee
You threw it at doubt
It went over the fence
You asked for another
And were given memory
Which you leveled at fear of failure
And it went over the fence
And asked for another
And you were given mercy
And you grew bored
And killed your neighbor
Took his house
Now all you have
Are frisbees and his booze
Until someone else moves in
To your old house