Labelled addiction - catchall bin
For a body doing too much
Of varied pleasurable sin,
Helpless and hopeless stopping such.
Abuse of substance or of sex,
Or work or shopping come to mind,
And how 'bout the hi tech effects
Taking a hold of humankind?
Multiolics are more and more,
And proven cures are less and less.
People must have pleasures galore,
Hoping to escape painful mess.
Addicted to addictions be
The future of society.
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