Social Sterility

Time for my omittance





From a sterile existance





Where the weekend pays homage





To stereotypical perpetuation











Must inebriate my senses





Into a state of delirium





Before i turn to the meat-rack





For my penial selection











Apathy spreads





In unison with social disease





A scourge that infests





The cattle markets of youth











Unconscious, just promiscuous





Deprived of self-respect





In the selling of their bodies





All emotions dead!











Thoughts absorbed





Lost in sense of direction





It's time to sit down





And reassess my course of action


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