Chastity

This is a Shakespearean sonnet about virginity

I'm thirty-eight and I've never done it
Not even once, though that's not a surprise
It's really not easy to keep your wits
When everyone around is living lies

My parents fornicated for the win
It was, every day, a new adventure
And I spent my life paying for that sin
To its bounds, again, I am indentured

Thank God, every day, I never had sex
No living it for fun, running from life
At least not while on the run, and in debt
The gorge of sin, it cuts you like a knife

I will never, ever, end up like them
Life is a quality, now take the helm