Ringleader's PetMature

Down on my knees,

the ringleader's monkey.

raised to please, pleased to do so,

Walk the ring of fire while wearing nothing.

Look at how they cheer to see me!

look how the crowd devours my body,

oh now,my dears,the fun begins!

lights go down low, and the music haunts,

the room goes quiet, and then the moaning starts.

my tricks are the real mccoy, daddy you've gotten the best,

walking the tightrope, in this sweet little game,

catching flowers from a sweet bouquet.

i play the part with ease,

down on my knees,

ringleader's pet monkey-

raised to please, and pleased to do so-

this is my role,

Welcome to the freak's circus.

The End

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