Wednesday, November 10, 2004

i'm so bored, and starved for human contact, that i'm writing sonnets about past phases of my life. this is a bad sign.

sometimes i find it rather hard to beat
the silly songs that narrate days gone by
of waking up between illicit sheets
and drinking all the beer that they could buy
some would say that i partook in more
than one man's prudent portion of that spice
but young adulthood's tailored to explore
the line between immoral acts and vice
i learned immoral acts are of the sort
that hurt deceive or wrong another man
whereas in vice the actors don't distort
the shallowest intent of their demands
so by all means explore debauchery
but make sure you're what you purport to be

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