SEXTING IN THE MORNING

It's All About Death Baby

It's spring, birds are singing
Buds are popping
And teenagers are sexting,
Sending high-definition color photos
Of their pulsating pubes into cyber-space
For all their friends to see.

A pretty blond on TV tells a reporter,
"Yeah, I had a guy send me a pic of his,
But I never got back to him."
Of course not, she had 20 others to
Compare it too!

It's spring, birds are singing
Buds are popping
And teenagers are sexting,
Upsetting their up-tight,
Baby-boomer, Cialis, Viagra
Hooked parents.

The old timers are furious
Because their long retired
May poles and Mary Janes
Have ceased to function
Without the chemical equivalent
Of a FEMA scaffolding crew.

It's spring, birds are singing,
Buds are popping
And teenagers are sexting.
The old people are mad as hell
And have damn right to be.

Danny O'Bryan