To all the pedophiles on I-Mockery (Pram, Don Carlson)
I met her at a donkey show.
She was minutes past thirteen.
Sucking on a cherry yoo-hoo.
Reading "Nugget" magazine.
Cum splattered tube-top.
Scrawny pre-pube tits.
That's when I saw she was quadraplechick.
And I said "Baby you're looking good"
That's when I noticed her legs were wood
I grabbed a stump and dragged her out the door
I need a hole
I don't need no hips
I laid a line of coke on her tits
That's when I ripped off her dirty shit-filled drawers
Good, should, could, I think it feels pretty good
So good, so good, so good, so good, so good, so good
It wasn't nothing pretty, she took my genital germ
Her limbless body thrashed about filled with infected sperm
I criss-crossed with the cables,
I smashed her face through a door
They found her in a plastic bag down by highway 64
And I said "Baby your looking good"
That's when I saw her legs were wood
And all you people...
You just can't understand
I need a hole
I don't need know hips
I need the taste of dick on my lips
I fucked her asshole with a piece of frozen shit
Good, should, could, I think it feels pretty good
So good, so good, so good, so good, so good, so good
So good
Rock and roll never felt so
Good