Our Obsession with Sex

Everywhere you look
It’s advertised
The pert little mouth
And glowing eyes

Shirts hiked up
And pants slung low
She looks like she’s ready
To give you a go

She’s in ads on TV
And magazines too
Blissmas for Christmas
And Two in the Stew

And there she goes
As she walks down the street
Flirting with everyone
Her eyes seem to meet

What is this obsession
That everyone craves
That hunts us, then haunts us
And finally enslaves

With loose moral values
And no sense of love
A seeking of self
And loosing thereof