She wrestled with her sanity like those who couldn't think
Enduring its profanity, the bitterest of drink
And as the taste began to drain from every single pore
The girl who held the cup in hand tried settling the score
But thirsty heads can only take offense to every move
And in the end proclaim defeat, surrender what is due
So spill it out, the time is now, as it has always been
A glass of equanimity, unshakable by whim