Get Snatched

I thank God I no longer see my image as attractive enough to sell

Aging has freed me from that expanding living hell

That zone where twisted folk give away their divine dignity

To be followed by voyerists and make money from their body

I thank God I no longer earn a truck load of cash

Poverty has freed me from consuming trash

That gear that trips you out to no man's land

Or cosmetics to hide my soul and win more fans

And popping pills to deflect STDs while I lose my self in slut after slut

Or worshipping my stomach with a universe of glut

I thank God I am technologically challenged

The dorkiness has kept me on a path of reading books and other talents

I worry for this generation of the fatherless

I worry for their hearts and minds

Respect is off the menu and their losing humankind

As women pop out babies just to snap for instant status

And men suicide because the law is so imballanced

Child after child is lost in cold neglect

They never become an adult but quick an object of cheap sex

There's no more anything sacred

Just masks of naked naked

The situation is dire

A Satanic processline for the fire