Lost Romantics Poem by Beggar Boy

We've a heart that beats
But only between the sheets.
We've hands that wander
With a fattened hunger.
We've lips that kiss
But we sternly insist
That truth be dismissed
We're afraid of what we'll miss.

We love to be couples, we love to be sets
But we fail to see the lies in all the excess
We're strapped and addicted
To say 'No' is to be restricted
Somehow we feel we're 'saved'
When we cave to what we craved
Keeping to the road we paved
We'll soon be enslaved.

We're a free-love society
That's equated sex with piety