(So-called) Hard Science Meets the Sexy Social Scene

(So-called) Hard Science Meets the Sexy Social Scene

by Satyr G


Hard Science is all talk
And that talk is all past
So old it can barely walk
Much less get hard enough to last
So it pops some numbers (of Viagra)
Trying to get that ancient dick up
For this sexy social scene
Claiming all natural but like Niagara
It falls but never rises to the occasion 
So it's hiding in it's dirty lab
Jerking off to meaningless equations


But the social scene
She is young and oh so pretty
She loves it rough and nicely motherfucking dirty
Old Man Science whines nothing natural about her
Just as there is nothing hard about him
Everything she does he sees as a blur
She's too smooth too fast
Even if hard science got hard
He could never last
This sexy social scene, she's a Goddess
She prefers the soft touch of an artist
One she can rough up and know
That even when she farts
That said artist knows it's art