Social Sterility

Time for 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 meatrack 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 re-assess my course of action