Not A Wine For Me I'm surrounded by creatures, Driven by lust, And I've learned, They deserve no trust. Over and over, I try to rely, On the creatures, That pass me by. Trust though, is wasted, On slaves of lust, All the bonds, Turn to dust. If ever a sickness, Made monster of man, I would not need, A change of plan. Monster or not, Mankind's a wine, That does not please, This tongue of mine.
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