Masturbation

Can we agree to disagree,

And stroke each other off?

Adorn our speech with gentle words

So nothing gets too rough?

I’ll pantomime civility,

Arousing your delight,

Enticing you to do the same,

Ignoring our shared plight.

Our shared plight?

The plight of multitudes we share,

Multiplying faster.

Exhausting earthly resources:

Certainly disaster.

But I’ve got mine, while you’ve got yours,

And those without complain.

We might chart a better path,

Though not if it means pain.

It means pain.

Instead we shall go on stroking:

And consequence ignore.

Let the children of our children

Denounce what came before.