Undrunk

Undrunk

Alcohol is a stranger,
I’ve never imbibed in my life.
I’ve always found its taste so vile,
And thus, tea-total is my style.
Its power becomes a danger,
It can only lead me into strife –
I cling to a dry piety
To shield in safe sobriety.
Ev’ry drunken friend is proof –
It makes them far more sad than arty.
Their wasted health and gifts are crimes –
As I slyly wish for Temp’rance times.
But I cannot help but be aloof
As the only sober at the party –
I wasn’t meant for a hedonist –
Though part of me wonders, what have I missed ?

I am fully aware of the etymology of the idiom ‘tee-total’, and I have decided that I don’t give a toss.