Lolita

Home is where the heart is
And a tank can never be
Anything but anguish
And complete purgatory

Lolita I am no Lolita
This is hell for me
This place is a graveyard
Of such depravity

Nothing lives here
Nothing
No plants no fish nothing
A sterile environment
Where all they do bring

dead fish mostly rancid
In a bucket and expect
Me to do some stupid tricks
That’s when they elect

To throw these horrid mortals as payment which
To me
Shows how far up their own arse
They are unfortunately