when I was a
young man sex, drugs and alcohol seemed the only adventures available to me so I played
the covert Casanova using my seductive wit and charm to evade detection and
responsibility I felt I’d found the
secret of happiness when I scored portable ecstasies for body, mind and
soul I reveled in the sensation of
being alive and lifting the veil on carnal delights
however, a
lifetime of excess leaves its mark on a man
I was rotting away inside but
I was in good company I was never
alone in my debauchery there was no
shortage of willing accomplices but
they dried up or died off as I got older those
days are past now I no longer indulge
in drunken thrills I’m too old to cavort with boys and girls passions
wane and memories blur for the sole
survivor of a fallen world
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