A Thirsty Recipe

My brain is the cocktail
I am the bartender
My body is the man who sits at the bar

He asks for something to make him less sad
I say sure, I’d be glad
Let me whip up a glass

I mix up something special
Two parts Dopamine, one part Serotonin and a wink

I give it to the man
He takes a drink
He says, “I do not like this I think”

I look at him with dismay
“How could I fix this?” I say
He says, “Don’t get me wrong, it tastes like a sunshine ray.”
“But maybe there is something to make the pain go away?”

I understand now
A heartbreak exists
A problem that is not so easily fixed

I know what to do
I know just the thing
Let’s make a drink that is a bit more daring

I start to construct a new concoction
With a pinch of Oxytocin
And a dash of Antitoxin

I slide him the glass
He downs it in one pass
Looks up and down
Then his face gains a frown

He says, “Thank you my friend, that surely was delicious.”
“But perhaps we can try something a little more vicious?”
I look at the man, he surely is getting suspicious

But I can’t refuse
He pays well for all his booze
Let’s make a drink that he will satisfy his muse

So I get to work
And with a spin
Pull out my finest bottle of Adrenaline

I know this will do the trick
Let’s make it super thick
And twirl around the little stir stick

I hand the man his cocktail
I look in his eyes
A twinkle of something that can not be disguised

I stare in horror
“What have I done!”
This is a man who has surely come undone

He takes one gulp
And walks out the door
My only hope is that he does not come back for more