Lethal recipe!
On street corner we meet, I'm swept off my feet! For that I must pay? Forget it, no way! Play hard to get? Not desperate yet! That much it will cost? You're joking, get lost! Much flesh you display; Just what can I say! No, I'm not weak; I like what you tweak! Much thrust and parry, What for do I tarry! Game playing's over; Gadzooks, I'm in clover! Not money well spent; Through purgatory went! As my anxiety mounts, So do doctors' accounts! Self flagellation, much helpless rage, Plain bloody stupid, in this day and age! Lust gratified via oldest of trades, A lethal recipe for HIV/AIDS!
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