Sobriety Sobriety,

you’re making such a wretch of me,

I’m walking straight, I’m thinking clear,

I HATE this sober time of year.

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No taste of wine, nor sip of beer

My conduct prim, my thoughts austere.

For one who’s nursed by impropriety,

it’s great misfortune, this sobriety!

(SZ 4.14.2010)