The bullshit was thick, and I needed a drink.
I headed to the cupboard, right on the brink.
But when I got there—motherf—it was bare!
All alone it stood, taunting me, if I dare.
“I’m all octane, baby, but check out my label!
I’m great in small doses, though a bit unstable.
I pretend I’m not neutral, flavorless, forgettable—
No, I’m rich with experience, profound and ineffable!”
“Drink me and you’ll see—I’m not basic, I’m spirited.
I’ll elevate your status, your worth—your soul. Period.”
