It's hard to Party with Tina sometimes!
And now what I want is a Pirate Boy, dressed like an Errol Flynn. Bendable and fuckable.
A lad who knows what he wants. And what I want.
"Go and climb up the rigging Jim," that's what I'll say, "So I can stare at your shit stained arse."
Life on the high seas fucking stoned out of our tiny minds.
Is there a boy out there for me?
Someone to share the peace pipe and then eat my white jam?
I often stare at the night sky dreaming of the good life I could have had. If only I had stayed at High School. If only I hadn't got caught plugging my Woodwork teacher's arse. If only the Good Lord would have intervened...
I see the stars burning bright; pinpricks of tiny holes into the ether. Many magical colours I see.
And then it comes back to me...I want a Pirate Boy.
Only Hardened, Horned, and Happy need apply.
Someone like this:
