Oh classic gentlemen

Say your prayers

To the wind, of prostitution

To your faces, and rex complexes

Riddle my breast

Full of the oppressed puss



Oh gentlemen, with your fish

The you surround, all around

And you man, will always point

Your fishes, at me



But i will always exist

Because i always exist

Damn good too



The rat race begins

The fat face stings

I hold the fresh pink baby

With a smile

I slice off those rosy cheeks

Because i feel so thirsty



And oedipus rex complexes

...riddle my closed bloated breast