he has grown up to believe that women all women, are things of pleasure you hear me? he believes they are things and no one can save him because he loves the isolation he doesn't even know he is suffering in this time of porndemic (poem in caption) *porndemic* a boy of seventeen pimply faced, kind of fat he looks, walks, acts awkward and his voice just a little cracking adolescence and all, you know he still looks normal from the outside
