Let me dine on immoral flesh
So readily on display
Let me sup on the
promiscuous
Who will let me have
my way
Let me exorcise my
desires
On the willing assets
of the age
Let me use them and
abuse them
While they brazenly
assuage
Let me choose from the
buffet
One who will eagerly
delight
It takes very little
effort
If you do the thing
right
Just start at Wetherspoons
On almost any given night
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