The Drink.
A sip here, a struggle there,
They find they're floating fair.
Low among the bed and chair,
Hidden by a hairy bear.
A family of monkeys, I mused,
Sitting by the wall, confused.
Neither a word exchanged,
Nor an expression- change.
The monkeys with glazed eyes,
Look on with muffled sighs.
While I observe from a distance,
The madness in this substance.
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