Gentlemoney generation

Money borrow people
Never giving them back.
Turning us into selfish picks
Who call out their own names
Douring sex.
I fall in love
With the idea of love,
Building towards orgasms
With workmates
In whom I found no interest.

They say
"Don't give them your trust"
But I expect you to give me a blow job
Every god damned time you are being offered a coffee
And if god forbid
You want some comfort in return
You are immediately branded
As a selfish whore
For not swallowing up
And just giving head.