Don't give me trouble
Because I don't deserve trouble
And if life is like a bank
And you draw on available funds
And you suffer due to overdraft of funds
And you prosper due to healthy savings
Allow me this moral withdrawal
This moral failing
That sees me satisfying self with harmless other selves
Who seek tiny slices of pleasure from a larger tasteless pie
And if love is a constant tormenter
Faithless and inconsistent
Allow me this trespass in order to feel it again
Allow me this trespass
Because I am responsibility defined
Salary shared, bills paid, deadlines met
Allow me this trespass
Because I am not a serial sinner
A reluctant practitioner of addictive hedonism
And allow me this trespass
Because I am alive
And what we do in the shadow of phony appointments and future goodbyes
Feeds us the fuel of sensual sustenance
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