Can’t get off so easy.
Behavior’s made you queasy.
Went the whole nine yards:
what you’ve become regards
itself as a mistake.
No break.
What’s done, you’ve done.
Not fun.
But contemplate:
beyond the obvious, investigate
the interest in your own excess –
find in it the strange success
of having been somewhere.
Dumb dare,
the thing you followed.
God knows what you swallowed.
Gone unconscionably far.
But here you are.
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