Fly
high,
look
down on
those whom
you abuse, and
don’t
look
back
at them.
On
your
laps
sit all the
teen Lolitas. Your
ever silent, winking
pimp
and
madam
grin at you.
You
drop
your
load on
the crying
children down below.
They
hurt
from
your fire.
Fly
high,
look
down on
those whom
you abuse, and
don’t
look
back
at them.
On
your
laps
sit all the
teen Lolitas. Your
ever silent, winking
pimp
and
madam
grin at you.
You
drop
your
load on
the crying
children down below.
They
hurt
from
your fire.