by Nick Gisburne
Enjoy the crimson carnival of pain,
Its brutal, bloody, barbarous extremes,
Depravities too savage to explain,
A vicious violation of your dreams.
But pleasure, that can never be allowed,
Too dirty, too despicable to view.
Decapitate or massacre a crowd,
But sex is still the ultimate taboo.
Performers, paid to fuck, or paid to fight,
Produce a thrilling climax on demand.
The fluids on their faces, red or white,
Determine what is bankable or banned.
While blood and brains are splashed on every screen,
The symbol of consent is never seen.
