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Time for omittance

From a sterile existance

Where the weekend pays homage

To stereotypicalperpetuation

Must inebriate my senses

Into a state of delirium

Before I turn to the meatrack

For my penial selection

Apathy spreads

In unison with sexual disease

A scourge that infests

The cattle markets of youth

Unconscious just promiscuous

Deprived of self respect

In the selling of their bodies

All emotions dead

Thoughts absorbed

Lost in sense of direction

It's time to sit down

And re-assess my course of action