Social Sterility Time for my omittance From a sterile existence, Where the weekend pays homage To stereotypical perpetuation. Must inebriate my senses Into a state of delirium, Before I turn to the meat rack For my penial selection. Apathy spreads In unison with sexual disease, A scourge that infests The cattle markets of youth. Unconscious, just promiscuous, Deprived of self-respect, In the selling of their bodies, All emotions dead! Thoughts absorbed, Lost in sense of direction, It's time to sit down And reassess my course of action. |