Sex Talk

The sex study is complete, the report is out And shock and awe and somber rage Greet the moral news of all that we find out Children corrupt and from tender age Where innocence was constrained. And I In grief berate the hypocrisy of our state For only for own child we shudder and deny But for the other homes, we open the gate My childhood understanding of the fact was in The fairytales, a border still deferred to me A frightful voyage to avoid into the carnal sin And then we stripped away the screen, wee Things for truth, a righteousness of reality That made the sucking on the fruit a figment, A superstition, a taboo without any credulity And sin is sin not again, but we need men penitent. O some have spoken of the artificial age defined For convenience of economy, and conflicted hearts Ambiguous outcomes make, we flaunt and signed In bawdy presentations, news and symbols of the arts Views and marketing darts, and I am not surprise For the market of contraception makes us secure Against population's divine presence, and the eyes Of the world against our faults. What else is now in store?