scatter cast wind or last
thing touched for heat
doth blush the beat of
flesh on vi-

unrest so be the

-ine of zest for conquest
of calm met by bombs
of lit festival roared like
animal song a slate of
'liva gone spit from barking
a fit and hark the jungle

queen
has made servants of
kings for the chilled
eyes of thousand lies
instill a drive to vow
vengeance o'er pride

split down the spine
as pelts curl in recline
the luxur' slide peaks
eyes down to hem lines
and bone bumps that
show what's up

(if you know what's up,
then that's what's up)

for that need to test luck
is a sleaze the 'gel and gent's
made sure the breeze
of shame's bleed is scarred
to weak for a col' that keeps
all in jeans is good for gone
to dreams as the froth of

need bubbles to suffer
the mothers who hex sons
and daughters and no other
for trouble that's summoned
only comes with oaths broken

not choice of love spoken
or pain of devotion but "oops"
and "it's in" and regret banged

hot on anvil's rail for the fail
to obey gave way to tomorrow's
dismay as all who dared spawn
were the break of God's bond
or the crave of beast blood
in a mind made for sophist'
reprieve, thus the children

tales are weeping wails of
'dults heeding no hail the

ice forms a lesson of repression
every school session enforced
with no 'lent to discourse
of sex ed or love begets for
mind's taught are corrupt

as pews spew visions of
every ejaculation being
manifest damnation the

lust of teen congregation
ending in more regrets
more friends turned silent
as life of bills binding compliance

to a nation of sinners and
visionary non-breeders
who watch helpless as

sex is never spoken smart
but always committed
as mistakes given give
rise to a life of all forbidden.

Is this the course most 'sired
or do those blocked bits
have reas' to show and twitch?
Must a meeting of fictive
seed be depicted offscreen
so the teens learn from
porn and the "I thought
jumping stopped pregnancy?"

It's a lobotomy tossed to lost
decency as creeps on screens
be the only voice to males
scared to touch peepees

who promise composure
and censure of all the shamed
closure to lust that won't
surrender so the grift
of lying losers define the
sex values of tomorrow's
fathers. Or can the informed

be the ones to craft smart
porn and shape the minds
of scared and forlorn to
remember that tender
hearts also beat blood
to members, that grunts

and thrusts and all that
ick that they say can be
a yum is actually a seed
of love not just weed
to cut so that a harmony

of convo' and partners
bring a world of smart
children that don't need
zoloft before thirteen.

I'm not rhetorical when I ask why our moral
needs to enforce the same goals our fathers
shouted on us between cheating and claiming
every bit of exposed skin slut? I'm calling the
bluff. If we can't allow sex to be spoken aloud,

how the fuck are we ever gonna teach the
next generation that to be kind and generous
to their own flesh and blood? Instead we

kowtow to the demands of ad breaks most
of us are blocking anyway, just so a few
souls can get cents as their content autoplays.

We like to talk revolution while we obey.
We forget why pride includes kink on display.
We act like stonewall makes good merchandise.
We sold our lust but their children pay the price.