Filth
this world makes me sick
the filth abound
is so easily found
from T.V to billboard
all I see is your filth
nothing is sacred
or held in secret
why is it necessary for me to see you nude
in some countries that's considered rude
the only place I need to see a bra is in a store
not on the body of a recently post teen whore
for that's what they are
showing more flesh than a dancer at a topless bar
I say keep your clothes you on
for nothing has been won
you have no honor
just the temporary attention of the human animal
your victory is but minimal
for when you're old and gray
you will rue the day
when your place has been replaced
and some young woman
prances on T.V wearing only lace
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