I find out information
Just by listening
What I do with it
Is the real secret

Without intervention
People are uninteresting
Raised by baby boomers
In cocoons of false praise

Never trusting, always lusting
She wears a tie
That dangles
Between breasts, fully covered

The only thing between me
And that mountain
Of bad decisions
Is a thin film of respect

A pulsating mass
Of unidentifiable guilt
Slouches against my will
Power of integrity