Were I given a lap dance, what price would I pay
For behavior expected as I cast my vote?
Severe cost to my self-respect I would predict
When I came to my senses and find I’d been tricked
By the sleaze from a parlor. The morals remote
Of the rabid street walkers do wellness betray.
This is not a new normal – this way that things seem
Where illusion in partying ragged and hard
Against all human decency passes for real
For a stinking trick longer. Throughout the ordeal,
Knowing streets will come clean again, can I be barred
From the shame of existence within the dank dream?
People make bad decisions. No one is immune.
Fortunate are the ones who can learn from mistakes.
Leadership comes with much responsibility.
When the latter is ignored, The People can see
Would-be pimps in high office as impotent flakes
In the animation of an adult cartoon.
Walks Of Shame will turn nasty as all play their parts
In this skittish reality. Strutting what stuff
That can get a reaction, loose losers walk wild
With intent to harm others in ways most reviled.
When there are consequences to calling their bluff,
Times Of Ending we’ll know as the keys to new starts.