Rubbish For The Sake of Rhyme

Addicted to the extreme

So it would seem

Boredom will breed

An unfulfillable need

A bottomless chasm

An unachievable orgasm

You will reach and stretch

Then breach and wretch

Scream out with no sound

Turn corners that are round

And upon finding the finish

All sums spell diminish

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