I've heard about the shades of grey;

this smut to usher in the doomsday.

Oh yeah, it may be quite popular;

look around though, have we checked the doppler?

In the true light these shades are an abomination;

to a lesser degree, the practice of excitation.

There is no end to the dark imagination;

and so the status quo, with saturation.

The problem with the shades are these;

they lead to madness and sadness, a squeeze.

What happens in the bedroom is a gift;

doesn't belong in a book, that's mischief.

Oh come on now, get with the program;

everybody reads it, better than spam.

But the path to life is narrow and hard;

don't let your soul wind up in the junkyard.

I've heard about the shades of grey;

I'll stay away and avoid the sickbay.

It's not uncommon, some have lost their way;

impure glances, caught in the tideway.