The Costs of Joy
Guilty temptations on the rise,
Forced to hide behind these lies,
forbidden pleasures that I synthesize,
While I become that which I despise.

Of the previous stanza I’d just like to say
For those of you who are thinking that way,
I promise you all that no, I’m not gay,
There is something else that I confess today.

To many of you, my crime is none,
And would be a crime itself not to be done,
I must admit that it would be fun,
But if I should feel guilt, I know I cant run.

Let us now have a premature silent pause
For the pain that I am sure to cause
Crossing every line that my mind draws.
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