Since I perform no acts of recreation
To warp the days that trip my sober youth;
Since my vanilla life, no chocolate eaten,
Despite the sugars that attract my tooth;
Since fellow-students smoking more than nicotine,
Do leave me all alone save for my glass;
Since caffeine and sweet cider are my sole fiends,
Am I no rock-god, just a sober ass?
If potions be the well of human genius,
I am as dull as lead, as lame as algae.
But if I am to join the the legends previous,
Will muddy potions tint my clear sobriety?
My tongue says yes! My money-purse says no.
Back to the cheap drinks shall I sink my woe.