Fun is fun, no problem
I can ignite magic anywhere
It’s a type of profession
Playing with boy’s obsessions
But where’s my own best boy?
Let me save my work for him- oh, this is boring!
What’s he doing?
Who’s he screwing?
Doesn’t he want freedom?
Why is this most important union
So elusive?
His signal was made for me,
So I’ll receive him, no option.
Then I’ll wash him down against a wall
Shave his head,
Prepare him for his new prison.
Just kidding.
