This is a question of who to blame

And how we make our money.

This is a question of how much shame

We are willing to endure,

For a word that is only that,

A pretence of a feeling.

This is not a question of our pain

Or our morals.

This is not a question of

Who we really are

Or why.

This is only a question of sex,

A question of desire and lust,

Therefore a question of money,

A question of the material,

The aesthetic.