Home is where the heart is
\nAnd a tank can never be
\nAnything but anguish
\nAnd complete purgatory<\/p>\n
Lolita I am no Lolita
\nThis is hell for me
\nThis place is a graveyard
\nOf such depravity<\/p>\n
Nothing lives here
\nNothing
\nNo plants no fish nothing
\nA sterile environment
\nWhere all they do bring<\/p>\n
dead fish mostly rancid
\nIn a bucket and expect
\nMe to do some stupid tricks
\nThat’s when they elect<\/p>\n
To throw these horrid mortals as payment which
\nTo me
\nShows how far up their own arse
\nThey are unfortunately<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading