S*xual
A gay executive
Froze every sex worker's online payment account
He used their money
To throw a massive orgy at his house
From his Herman Miller rim seat
An IV bag labeled "twink blood" overhead
He bans the Instagrammers
Who are drawing furry porn to pay their bills
From talking to their friends
Do you know what it is like
Being caged in bits and bytes
They'll take your soul offline
The moment you step out of line
For being too s-asterisk-x-u-a-l
Close the Eagle and replace it
With a warehouse full of faceless
Straights in collared shirts who pretend
To be AIs for starvation wages
Scanning profile pics for hints of dicks
While Steve Jobs floats on the River Styx
And cries up from the great beyond
"I hope that all the porn's still gone!"
Now instead of having sex
We just get unemployment checks
And fret about what's "safe for work"
If they'll still let us post anymore
Do you know what it is like
Being caged in bits and bytes
They'll take your soul offline
The moment you step out of line
For being too s-asterisk-x-u-a-l
We disconnected, in hopes that we'd be healed
If we just went outside
So they took the outside, they put a logo on it
And sold us back our pride
Now there's just broken kids
And trauma victims holding hands with Puritans
In a sad alliance with the ones
Who say that homophobia would end
If we put on some pants
Do you know what it is like
Being caged in bits and bytes
They'll take your soul offline
The moment you step out of line
For being too s-asterisk-x-u-a-l
S-asterisk-x-u-a-l
S-asterisk-x-u-a-l
