Why people force me to drink?
Why they always have to wink?
I find this behavior so absurd!
Why so many of us have to be emotional-kinks?
Whatever they feel,
Whatever they go through,
I don’t want my mind in such a curfew.
How can, so often, they opt for this mental kneel?!
They sit with a bottle,
I sit with my mind.
They curse the world,
I cherish every thought.
They suck on unknowns.
I take a lowdown to my known.
They fake love,
I make love!
With the first ray of dawn
All they have to do is yawn!
I flourish with my thoughts,
as random strings are now tied in knots!
They get a hangover
and struggle during their makeover!
I have a long smile
because my joy can spread to a mile.
They freak out on people,
Just over an imperfect lapel.
I am fresh enough
to deal calmly with any goof up.
Yet, they call it fun
And I find it an escape from reality, to run!
Yet, they are sleek, as they get high on a phial
And I am foolish, as … I get high on life!