Oh Fuck
I'm out of luck
This really sucks
I am stuck
how did I get here?
In my own muck
I am held down by locks
But my mind is still sharp as a fox
But I think instead I'll rub my cocks
To get off my Rocks
And then wonder if I am queer?
Because I like the look of my own stocks
Now all there is left to do is cry
And wonder that this is what I do instead of try
While I am asking why
Even though I got here with my lies
I wonder if any one will hear?
My rattle as I die