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One does not look upon flowerpots with lust,
One does not tremble at the sight of a chair,
One does not lust for microwave ovens,
All objects without a heart,
All soulless objects without a chance of happiness,
But blessed by ignorance of their fate.

I am not so lucky,
I share their rank and fate, 
But have been denied that blissful ignorance.
And I do not curse this because of a lack of sex,
But because in order to  win any kind of love in this day and age,
You must naturally generate at least one iota of lust.

Maybe I’ll just take to fucking the flowerpots,
See if that takes me anywhere.  

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