Fool's Gold

Yeah because in our generation, it's almost shameful to talk about how you're a virgin.
And the fellas are likely to ridicule and disparage you if you've only a theoretical knowledge of 'sexing'.
So of course he makes up stories.
Of course he knows she's a slut.
He wants to feel like his homies, 
So he weaves tales about his uncontrollable lust.
Suddenly it's weak to have intellectual conversations 
Or watch movies that leave you deep in thought.
All everyone seems to talk about are their favorite 'positions',
Or the size of some girl's butt.

But in time fellas become fathers 
- Hopefully from someone they managed to put a ring on - 
And supposing your little girl became some guys statistic
Would you have the tongue to say that he is wrong?
Because it wasn't a big deal when it was another girl 
What did you care about how she was cherished by her father?
'Boys will be boys' became the mantra you chanted well;
And even after you made your shamelesness another bestseller
It never occurred to you that you became the beast to that belle.

So now there are blurry cutout pieces of many 'hers'
in the catalogue of conquests you built through the years.
But in the end does it really leave you satisfied
Or does the echo of your lacking substance ring in your ears?
There is no glory in being a slave to your urges,
It is no art to destroy perfectly crafted hearts. 
Plus there is a jealous One who made the bodies you keep defiling... 
I just thought to remind you of that fact.

xxx, Kwiksie.