Snapshot of this Generation

I heard the saddest music of my generation
through the speakers of the television

With images of women in their naked state;
money thrown around, poles, thongs,

With long bronze legs glistening with oil
and a stomach pierced and tatted

With a male surrounded by loose girls,
my generation.

With a beautiful woman, wet, bull riding
speaking of sex, displaying just how she does

With a man set by her legs
fingers slipping up her thighs

With words of private, bedroom tones, nasty,
unclassy, these girls loving all and any boys

With women with women with man
and women, bodies tangled together, not telling the difference

With no sense of love or caring acts,
breasts and ass the only things of matter

With thousands of lips all touching one another,
each other, skin to lips, skin to skin

With images of bare skin covering young eyes
and sounds of sex filling innocent ears,

I heard the saddest song of my generation.