I must confess to all. My flesh
Is my preoccupation. In a flash
All principles I cheerfully slash
When flesh is beckoning. And start afresh.
Eternal sophomore, I turn afrosh
With every new infatuation. Every crush
Imbues new blood in me. All ancient trash
Is purged. Love is an enema. My enemy. My Gosh!
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