By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Yes,why on earth should she do it today?
Did she do it yesterday?
Why should the poor girl auction her body
Only to go to hell feet-bound?
It`s Sunday morning in Las Vegas, you know?
While no one else is held at bay
But everyone hails everything made of clay
All your dirty mind sees are Easter eggs made shoddy
Aren`t you therefore one of those who hound
Ho hound and suck and fondle and throw?