Tomato juice

There’s nothing wrong in drinking juice.
A tomato one is what I use
I am at a party, called ‘a feast’
Among the humans, birds and beasts.
My glass is stained with reddish gold
But it is thru nobody’s fault.

I sit and drink tomato juice.
Watching them dance is what I choose.
He’s in the spotlight, slim and tall;
I’m sitting here by the wall.
My blood is juice, the juice is life--
He is not single, he has a wife.

Why can’t I shine or burn that hot?
Why can’t I do the things I want?
My salty thoughts are queerly dim;
Tomato pulp is what they seem.
The deuce might take this damned juice
As tomatoes won’t be much of use!

I should have drunk some wine to fizz,
To get as tipsy as he is,
To make my way to the dance floor,
To do the reel or even more…
We two would let our bodies sway,
Caught ‘tween tomorrow and today…

…I’m sober for I’m drinking juice;
It keeps me modest and confused.
Morality established rules
And I obey. Could I refuse?
He has a wife and a household.
My solitude ain’t juice’s fault.