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The legal drinking age,

A restaurant in New York,

The prong I’m on now

At this particular fork.

Although it does not feel of high import

Outside feedback begs to differ.

In trying to prove a good sport

Such remarks I’ve reconsidered,

Yet try as I might I cannot report

Any real revelations.

I still avoid roads with oil slicks,

Persist in maintaining nervous ticks,

Loathe reality TV in all its forms

And challenge sporadic social norms.

No, it appears in the end I’m still the same,

A tiger in the ring yet very much tame

Since spinning my life into a circus

Is not at all my driving purpose.

I’d rather stay home beneath the covers

Than be juggling a long list of lovers,

Happier to be my own best friend

Than with someone who plays pretend.

Yes, whether 15 or 26,

62 or 38

I’m still that same guy with nervous ticks

You’ve come to appreciate.