Sex craze

They make me dream
When they sell it as cream
It?s pooh-pooh to morals
Vexing our sights with orals
This, a product of modernity
Which technology concedes its nudity
With its sonorous sham
While holding the sordid arm

They taunt my sex hungers
Like displaying mouth washing hamburgers
To taste it is bondage
Silence to it makes you way back in Stone Age
Not that media preach and sell it
But, they teach and emphasize as deem fit
It is hurting to insult ones innocence
With these obscene religious pretence

Fat, slim, scum and plum offensives
Totally obscene, deadly the motive
The breast and the lower waist
The Lord made the woman?s queen ship
It?s apparently a plural dropping
A myriad of duff hue
Are we not losing an eternal goldmine
For some cheap-jack hubbub?

No beauty can be offensive
As no honest man offending
No sooner had we known this
Shall we liberate ourselves from this jaundice?
As terrible as war is to the human race
So the change in attitude and sex craze
Hell-bound train parading the street
Can only lead sex maniacs off feet

(c) Cleopas Gagman