It's something physical, conditioned reaction
It's something physical, conditioned attraction
But have I finally escaped?
Will my eyes no longer rape the innocent?
Women, children, human beings
Seeing the pain that it brings
Shallow, superficial decision
Real beauty obscured by my television
But this just in, bikini film at ten
The female anchor smiles and shrugs it off
Boys will be boys
Do you really wanna be our fucking toys?
And yet again, condone it with a grin
Sit back, idly chat, smile
Prove you're just a fuck machine
Is that what you really wanna fucking be?
Conditioned reaction
Conditioned attraction
Conditioned suggestion
Conditioned rejection
And yet again
Subjecting women
The female anchor's fists finally clinched
I'm not your fucking toy
And though I long to embrace
I will not misplace my priorities
Humor, opinion, a sense of compassion
Creativity, and a distaste for fashion
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