The internet

Kids these days have the Internet

When I was 13 

I'd masturbate in my own bed 

To women in their panties and bras

From the JC Penny catalog 

They came weekly

There was a reoccurring model 

Who looked somewhat like a woman who lived on my street 

She was my mother's age

My mother said she was a divorcée 

And somehow I thought that made her slutty

That she was broken

And that brokenness made her desperate 

That her desperation could only mean

Her husband had left her because 

She slept with boys who were 13

I didn't really believe it though 

Only at night

With a dim nightlight 

Just bright enough to cast a glow

Over the face and torso 

And wrap up a bow

On the fantasies of a woman 

Who lived on my street 

We called it making due

In the last days of truly being able to say

"There's nothing new"

But kids these days have the Internet 

With 4000 friends to respond to tweets

The only stranger they've left to meet

Is themselves 

Once

Downtime was a pastime 

Ideas were uncorrupted

And imagination didn't have auto-drive

Knowledge came slowly  

To give time

For wisdom to catch up

Thus drawing lines between 

Truth and lies

That could always rely 

On maturity 

But kids these days have the internet 

And they all expect a prize

Ruining their own surprise 

Of making it to home plate 

With the milf they think they could date

Because she likes to show her ass

On Instagram and snapchat 

The only problem here

Is what they CAN'T see 

And that she teaches the 8th grade 

To boys who ARE 13

When she isn't posing in her bathroom 

Stealing all the mysteries 

Without which

There are no fantasies

But kids these days have the internet