To take the kick of life's enhancing
That frees the body from its St. Vitus dance prancing
The insular self-consciousness overview
That stems the force from the insane few,
The chosen, that survivors they may be
Thrown like a cabbage into the expanse of sea;
A petit choux without its pastry
That will sink without the salubrious tasty;
Thus are the thoughts of a non alcoholic despair
Brought on, in virtu, of those who care.
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