Ticket price on the street,
What disgusting old pervit will I meet.
I want to mess with my soul,
Sell my big fat hole.
I don't care if I get no money today,
It just is a way to painfully kill myself inside hey.
Go along all you tight hole dawgs,
Stuff me up I need a good flog.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem