To like you, if you don’t need
Their company all that much.
Their assumption’s then that you
Are the one who dislikes them,
One reason to not like you.
But what if you don’t dislike
Food, you only have a small
Stomach, modest appetite?
And if you were to drink booze,
Only savoring few sips?
They’d praise your moderation.
One thin, temperate hermit
Grins through his beard, Love you all!
You’re like meat and drink to me.
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