If I could be more that one person at a time,
I would follow the true God
like a religious fanatic,
would pray ten times a day
and live in a self-sacrificing way,
the other I would chase
every pretty skirt,
flirt with every sexy girl
and voluptuously insert
my member in numerous cavities,
mate with each and everyone
who offered the opportunity,
giving them a time to remember me by
and live a life of limitless passion
and indulgence
but now there’s only me
the man who tries to live with integrity,
who seeks balance in a world of gray,
where truth and reality are twisted
in a mixture of white and black
who follows fidelity
and in sincerity
gets down on his knees to pray.
[Reference: If by Yahia Lababidi.]
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