Purity

Is it pleasing, I have wondered To make schemes of going under Noses, chins, and suspicion of The ones we claim to trust and love. So often in this weary world We find foolish, flitting girls Who kiss their daddies Kill their babies And to their lovers, all is sold. Now boys are waiting in the wings For girls to bring their questionings For their job to be handled first So that they may satisfy their thirst. What is love? They do not know. Pounding hearts and chemicals A blush and curiosity Passionate, young naïvety That quickly comes and too soon goes. Parents raised in this same way Have nothing helpful to give or say They let them cry and run amuck Because they themselves are just as stuck. And then they wonder why things go wrong Wanting relationships that last long Yet they won't give And only take Just adding to pop-break-up songs. Won't you listen well and hear That the one for you was almost there Yet you weren't patient, you ditched the best And crashed and burned like all the rest.