I lived absurdly and sinfully,
In mental and physical pain.
I drank counterfeit wine,
And ate the last horseradish without salt, in vain.
I screwed everyone and was screwed,
It seemed my life would be short.
Until my inner nutritionist
Prescribed me a dietary supplement, a new sort.
Now I’m healthy, back in the temple,
Walking the moral path,
And taking every morning
My supplement with a matryoshka molecule’s wrath.
