The Sordid Ordeal

The sordid ordeal of strangers leaping into bed
For one night of carnal intimacy
Stroking and rubbing an unknown; a card board cut out
Of the lewd ideas fed to us in abundance
Is shockingly common and, perhaps, misjudged

Making drunken decisions of impulsive desire
Opens fabric, bodies and minds
To the idea of fun, fused with the darkened mind
A cocktail for abusing and using
Where selfishness is a common flaw

How many numbers are collected and how many to win?
In fact, lesser is greater, for longer and deep
Instability lends itself to the disconcerting
What is the game? Medicinal flirting?
Competition without a victor

On the surface, the act of each performer
Is an exaggerated high from the past lull?
The stage is set, the background is lit
The superficial belief of gratification
Heightens the perception of seedy fornication

But alcohol stimulates false beliefs and expectations
The experience leaves a headache and regret
It is easy to lay blame on a liquid of suppression
Then to face ourselves, or the current situation
As an itch burns in the groin of society