When my soul gets lost, where does it go?

It goes in all the bars, where it see's lots of idiots
and drinks loads of alcohol

When my soul gets weak it goes shopping for DVD's and CD's and even clothes.

When my soul gets bored,
it rolls up cigarettes to ease the pain.

When my soul gets horny,
it goes to the brothel
in lust and in shame.

But where the hell is it supposed to go?

Nathan Strange

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-soul-7/