I need no drink, no beverage
Of alcoholic content, to
Dullen my pain, and bring me through
A hardship, so to turn the page--
For, lacking other leverage
Whereby to make appeal, I do
My best the panic to subdue
By trapping fury in a cage.

’Twere not the optimal solution
To trouble, yet within the present
Predicament, fear recrudescent,
I fear as much the revolution
As old guard hardline institution
Of punishments severe, unpleasant,
Therefore—not shooting captive pheasant--
I’ll take my risks in mine ablution.