Shelter

Once again I’ve shit myself.
You have to change my diaper.
Before I will get a rash.
My immune system is down.
Its all the medications.
The doctors keep on feeding me.
My body can’t fight the infections there’s a risk of dying.
En kartong, en tom kartong.
En kartong, en tom kartong.
En kartong, en tom kartong.
En kartong, en tom kartong.
Put me in carton.
Next to the television.
And after the sexy part.
You can throw the box away.
They were always afraid that i was schizophrenic.
But that was just words from an academic medic.
My place is still in an empty cardboard box.
Observing the productions from Diabolic rocks.
I need help 24/7.
To take care of my personal hygiene.
To wash me, feed me, dress me, change me, shave me, brush me, pleasure me.
Good old fashioned.
Discipline spanking.
Disgusting hair growth.
Waxed and shaved.
Leaving red dots.
Moisturizing.
Smearing lotion.
It puts the lotion.
Let me live my life in cardboard.
In my empty cardboard box.
Inside the shelter I need.
I am about to go mad.
On the verge to completely insane.
Discipline spanking takes me down to earth.
A naked newborn rat with constant disgusting boner.