Putting on a Show

We wear multiple modest masks With sometimes less than modest intentions And pay less and less attention to affection No wonder modern love breaks so easily Fragility is not an ailment And displaying nudity is not lewd Praised be the ones who own their rawness Their blemishes, yellow teeth or thin hair We are not here - in this all together To put on a pitch perfect play And be made up like dolls Inside empty cheap cartons We are to put out a force for the ultimate good Not inferior nor greater, only good We will then always be able to be remade Refined into something fresh and new