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Behold the muddy deep of this psyche

   where Samsara's anchor dredges disdain,

   churning dross into aggregate for the inner eye to examine
No solace shall I seek in the anti-depressant of the week,

   pain-killers of mindfulness

   (if this causes trepidation in my others

    then they may take them and tell me how it feels,

    problem solved!)
No cocktails or pale ales, No liquor nor lager

No fermented grapes of wrath (The ID liquefied)

Even Mother Ganja, who so lulled me into submission

   has turned me loose

Now Coffee and Chocolate my only vices