I have avoided worse things from the dodgiest of sources
Candy-Cane *******, black-eyed beer bottles,
a blunt to the face, and every boy on second street,
You see, you cannot split me down the middle
I have been glued back at my creases
Not mended by abstaining from Gin & Rummy
But considering the freedom these indulgences might bring to me
What if **** and other natural sedatives were saints
The candy-cane ******* was a holiday ordeal
What if the black-eyed beer bottles lacked purposes
And my sips could simultaneously save them and make me forget everything.