Social Sterility

Time for my omittance From a sterile existance Where the weekend pays homage To stereotypical perpetuation Must inebriate my senses Into a state of delirium Before I turn to the meat rack For my penial selection Apathy spreads In unison with social 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 reassess my course of action