Guinae Pig Poem by Zog Gascoigne
Guinae Pig
Here we go again,
Welcome to the Dragon's Den,
I'm lying on the floor,
As he staggers in the door,
And I'm pleading with the ceiling,
Wishing this dress wasn't so revealing.
I'm falling for his charm,
As he sticks a needle in my arm,
Please let this be the fatal dose,
As darkness starts to enclose,
Let this be the end of the gig,
Coz im sick and tired of being this pimp's guinea pig.
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