Hide Your Daughters - The Lapse

Where do you find the most perverts?

Hidden behind three degrees

Apparently asexual, teachers, scientists, left-wingers

Every glance cast upon them emasculates

For the mere thought would have never even crossed your mind

«him?»

Believe it or not

-but it isn’t because he doesn’t get any

If you were to graph this phenomenon:

«X» being «proximity to temporality.»

The right extreme reserved for those rare moments of total understanding

The left for nine innings at season seats

With a pocket screen simultaneously reporting how the giants are doing

«Y» being «sexual need» (again, not «amount gotten»)

You could watch the line shoot up

Almost a perfect 45 degree angle

Passing «fear of sex»

Passing «monogamy»

Passing «true players.»

By the time we’re in a stone’s throw of the underpopulated

Wild and dangerous Right Frontier

We’re talking about not just fucking but deceiving

Cumming inside

Not to humiliate but to leave a trail of little bastards

Across a globe that may too soon never ever remember you were here

And then it all stops abruptly

Straight down 90 degrees to 0 —

The line where for brief moments

(for no one can actually maintain a life there)

Everything becomes painfully clear —

It leaves you completely, not a drop left

And where you once saw cream

Is now just a filthy residue unhygienically oozing

For here it is unfortunately apparent that the chubby cheeks

Baby blue eyes, and fragile skin of even an infinite number of newborns

Are not you

Cannot be you

Will never be you