a twinge of lament
in a moment of weakness
a deliberate circumvention of morals/goals/standards
and a decidedly ill-advised last minute change of heart
an afternoon spent
wasting away in sweet,
warm pink placenta
atrophy ensues
serious bloating
and a loss of will
the automatic process of private logic
intellectualizes away all responsibility
and the pain that follows seems uncalled for
but hey
beats workin'
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