The Ephebophobe - Momus

I’m accused of failing to lust after

Girls in their mid- to late- teens

In Zurich in 2046 this is seriously frowned upon

They have labelled me «the ephebophobe»

And taken the chip from my brain

And until I respond appropriately

I can’t use Google again

Post-pubescent sexpots

Are lounging all day at my door

Wearing unfeasible hotpants

To tease out my desire

And I will not be a good citizen

'Til my ephebophobia’s gone

Until I screw these sex kittens

I won’t use Google again

O upstanding people of Zurich

Your punishment makes me sad

If I can’t use Google Image Search

Things are going to get bad

Beehives, antheaps and seedheads

Are things I need to see

If a trypophile doesn’t see these things

He could die in custody