Not Drunk

No, I am not drunk,
my stagger belies:
Surely intoxicated,
in others’ cast eyes?

My stood disconnection,
No visible excuse,
So I change direction,
To avoid abuse.

Sober as a judge,
But you, jury-dozen,
Could find me guilty,
Of mild subsumption.

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