Luxury and pleasure
Are available, for a price,
Paid from our treasure
Sating desire, honoring vice,
To the last measure,
Without thinking twice,
No looking back...
We spend the coins of our mortal purse,
Running circles, in the cul-de-sac
Of our thirst-full lives -- our curse.
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