They live their 
	lives with 
		chastity
Attached
	like hickeys
		lined along the throat
In hidden ecstasy
	that isn't there
		for all to see
Unless it's just the
	boys
		in vicious
			revelry
And girls in 
	corsets
		flaunting virgin
			visions
				white
With lace
	and grace
That licks the face
	of raunchy
		space
And violates the
	race
		to flatulate
			and penetrate
				and denigrate
The brains 
	that concentrate
On soaring 
	on beyond the little pond
That ripples
	in the shadow
		of a narrow mind

(c) 1996 James Oliver Smith, Jr