Biologically predisposed to vices
I cannot help what I choose
Desiccated by
The sex
The booze
The gambling 
Constant shopping 
I have a thing for lingerie and shoes

Desultory distractions
I whirl with the wind
A rambling rose
A corkscrew
You cannot tame this shrew

A resignation to my station
Prevents the realization
Nothing is ever my fault
I must always get what I want

Marching towards mortality
What else is there to do
Than caress the hedonist within
She's always there
Right. Under. My skin

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