Flesh.

No more burning cheeks and restless weeks.
Loathing is fun, watch your clothing run.
Too much information, rely on education.
Two months torture, don't you know your words scorch her?
Hide in lies, choke on cries.
Renew your boards, develop hoards.
Eat before blessed, can't get dressed.
Your sexual fun makes her load the gun.
Run a bit faster, stab yourself and the master.
Throw dagger words and make sure she is heard.
Hang up your rope, end something she can't cope.
Can I have a photo? Sir, that is a no go.
Middle finger to faces, bodies covered in laces.
You try to start up fresh, you care for nothing but flesh.