If your rear view mirror reflects what's ahead
Pay it no mind, you're being misled
When down is up and up's below
Perhaps you've sipped too much bordeaux
When right seems left and left seems right
You're undoubtedly drunk and much uptight
Your sipping that stuff has you stiffly unnerved
When straight lines, to you, seem arch-ingly curved
Imbibing too much can only confound you
With a turvy topsy view of what's all around you
Over imbibing, remember my friend
Can lead to a turvy topsy lifestyle dead end
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