The totem 

Borrowed my soul

 Just for a little while 

 It said

    It was a real quandary but

Nonetheless I persevered 

   I stumbled into a bar and

Ordered a Mai-tai

  Which was denied 

Beer or well drinks

So I had a gin and tonic

   Would help protect against malaria

In the southern climes 

   I went to to the bathroom to wash my face

But when I looked in the mirror I didn't recognize myself

Funny I thought how not having a soul changes one's face

  I looked like Tyrone Power I think that's 

Who it was

   I went back to my drink and downed it in one gulp

I'll have another but this time try to put some gin in it

  I poured it stiff he protested

Huh my apologies 

My soulless self seems to take alcohol like water

 The glass arrived this time in a pint sized decanter

  I sipped it

Still nothing 

Okay that's better I said and left a large tip