If you have a plan for me,
Then work with reason and let me be!
But if you think I’ll take your hand
And let you lead me into your desert land,
Without food, or water, or money to spend,
You had better think again!
I’d rather die here, drunk on wine,
Filled to the brim with lust and covered in grime,
Than die of thirst for your sake.
Off with you, conscience!
Now let me sleep!
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