If I were inclined to poetry
I would write this story
One is good as mother's milk is sane
The other crack cocaine
Which is not to say one lacks delight
Or is not one to excite
Rather best to gauge the stimuli
Measured against one's life
And put to rest the constant craving
Envy misbehaving
Insulated from all detriment
Living a life content
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