In Flagrante Delicto

Après la petit mort, homey don't want you no more

That surge of dopamine has turned to dust

Save for the Coolidge Effect, post coitum omne triste est

That fine line between arousal and disgust

When the act is complete, you recoil to your feet

Excuse yourself and stare into the mirror in disbelief

Social cohesion be damned, you just had to get your hands

Upon this novel creature's flesh

The neurochemistry of all profound regret

Trust me kid, you ain't seen nothing yet

Oh the ridiculous things in service of self-esteem

To be desired, some basic human need

The moralistic glee that we all take in the

Public airing of fellow hapless human's sins

Well, they're rubber, you're glue

Your webcam stares back at you

The sprawling subdivisions of glass-houses housed within

Don't be so hard on yourself

You're just like everybody else