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Time for omittance

From a sterile existence

Where the weekend pays homage

To stereotypical perpetuation

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