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Innocence lost
under various circumstances

rolling the dice
taking high-risk chances
taking a bow to vice
proprietorial seals on skins embossed.

Whether unlucky product
of a tryst gamble

or unfortunate spawn
of a rape rumble

or victim
of physical and sexual abuse
one choice they always choose.

Whether a child to parents
who don't give a duece

or of liberal and broken home upbringing

stripped off individuality and free thinking

or of junkies
birthing addicts

all they bloom
into sex convicts

choosing the evil path
to self-destruction

choosing easy cash
and carnal satisfaction.

Object of derision or sympathy?

Drowned by hedonistic apathy

morality, esteem and mind atrophy

models on the set of the sex scene

a reenactment of Hollywood
casting-couch sheen.

Partners in crime
shedding all hesitations

demolishing love
at its foundations

throwing their clothes
discarding their hearts beside.

Adult performers heading onto a storm
waves they didn't have to ride

getting drunk
on cascading seduction they imbibe

their souls a feral lust
uncontrollable passion will circumscribe.

Naked and vulnerable
with no point of return

what is there more to learn

before camera lenses unendurable
firing glares that burn

are those butterflies
because their stomachs churn

a violent game for voyeurism

ashes to ashes as per aphorism.

Film director,
put a price on each soul

as of now them two
part of the payroll.

Actors be guided
by him onto the next position

use loads of oiling
to prevent attrition

anywise minds and bodies
both are finely ground

nip at another dollar bill
to emotionally rebound.

Lewdness embroils
moans sound so dour

by the minute passion spoils
going extra sour

chemistry flatlines
with each passing hour.

Fresh pieces of meat
for the popworld mincer

after the shoot wraps up
hop in the rinser

to film behind-the-scenes footage

while you wash yourselves up
clean of seminal umbrage.

Sex became a casual stroll

living life à la carte
on sugar daddy dole

replace the heart
with a rear hole

to bottom all the more

switch to and fro
whenever the other gets sore.

Sweet pornstars,
is this a way of living?

Incessantly to the four winds
your bodies giving?

Your spirits from minds
with contracts sieving?

Breathing in a world
so unforgiving?

On solicitation's underworld
a vicious circle reliving?

And if you mean
to intervene a bit

as is the Babylonian whore proclivity

the porn industry
will beat it into your tiny wit

with remorseless pride festivity

to follow the spiritually ill
submit to their rusted iron will

and become their shill.

Blow-up-dolls
glamourise bondage and discipline,

renounce fondness pristine,

propagate dominance and submission,

fetishise every bodily excretion,

promote sadism and masochism

deepening the earth and paradise schism.

You sniff the poppers
you pop the pills

protract and intensify
the deleterious thrills

popularise chemsex
to spead diseases

delivering the final blow
to global sleazes.

It's past your bedtime
Sodom and Gomorrah

go back and rest forever
into the box of Pandora.

Let immaculate affection
open like flowers at a croft
as changing winds waft

spreading their pollen
with air pleasantly perfumed

restoring senses to the fallen.

Breathing in fertility
humans grow tall like towers

and the world gets drunk
on Holy Love's powers.