PDA...

Some might think you a goon,
Ignore them, they'll come around;
Now, act you must, and soon,
After all, are you not duty bound?

The loved one was shadowed,
And in silence consent obtained;
What afterwards has followed,
Is too racy to be fully explained.

Our culture is being marooned,
And under flashes in the street,
What has long stood, pruned,
The air filled with a bawdy beat.

Such a wild sensuous dance,
With passionate pecks and strokes;
Such a base show of romance, 
Amid such young gals and blokes.

I shut my eyes, I swear,
The sounds I couldn't but hear;
Need you cozy up everywhere,
Even if you hold each other dear?

This is but a public display
Of affection, for what it's worth;
Will you let them get away,
The besotted heaven and Earth?