I do not want to ride a limousine;
I do not need to dine in fine cuisine,
Nor will I plumb the seas of her treasures,
Nor drown myself in the seas of pleasures,
For he will suffer a seizure,
Who would live a life of leisure.
Still, this art of evasion
Proves a difficult equation.
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