TWENTY FIRST CENTURY MAN

I’m unnatural , not normal, ridiculed and informal
Of little value and of lesser use, an other bloody lame excuse
For your distaste , you say I’m a sexual disgrace a perverted angel who’s fallen from grace
One fine example of wanton debauchery, for an other smaller, little piece of me

Yet I’m a failure for I want too much, the vice of love or the lonely crutch
Of my rejected touches and blanked romance, my love is given the dance of chance
Like fire without wood that never burns full, my heart has been shrouded by the blackest of wool
Hurt and made futile, inadequate, defunct, unattractive not wanted in the litter the runt

To be thrown along the wayside of unnecessary time, belittled and sneered upon then given no sign
In love or affection from passion to bliss, turn your back on me lightly, not even a kiss
For this waster, the dreamer, the romantic fool, who cannot see sense in societies rules
A sad example of twenty first century man, the technological impasse, my life in a can