What drink will refresh your pure soul?

The chilled, so buoyant cube float high

With tint of chestnut dark burnish,

It stunts your precious growth toward troll.

A touch of bitter tastes comply,

And sweet of sugar specs flourish.

You soon will awake restart fresh,

A magic concoction swallow,

Drug disguise legalized a sip,

Energy gathers each cell thresh,

An induced bowel leaves hollow,

And repeat process for next guilt trip.