Acrostic Poem

P.R.O.H.I.B.I.T.I.O.N.

Pulled in religion, the Old Americans were,
Rectifying those against it.
Obeying the rules,
Hindering sinful fools,
In their lives, the flame of purity was lit.
Because they did not commit sin.
Indeed, they were strong in belief.
To resist to drink liquid brown, (container of some alchoholic beverages)
In comfort of their rural town,
Opposing the feeling of sinful grief.
Now, they dwell in religious purity.

R.O.A.R.I.N.G. T.W.E.N.T.I.E.S.

Roaring streets,
Obnoxious sounds,
Adolescence was the source of indifference.
Religion was of no concern.
Intuition to self-desire is at large.
Needing to accomplish sinful desires;
Good-natured was a rare find.

Though, it was at most a good time.
Women and men were granted much free will.
Existing as puppets of sexual desire.
Now, waiting to drink devil's water.
Too late, they have gone farther than that.
In desire of love, they have gone a great distance
Evermore, they were free in spirit.
Sexual desires have been accomplished.