Richard Littleknob

Searching for the man in charge
His dick is small but his ego large
In position now I'll lie and wait
But it's quite boring so I'll masturbate

Stroking gently to relieve the tension
I get caught up and I lose attention
And as I glance up from my throbbing parts
There he stands with his bodyguards

There's a secret that nobody knows
It's the place where the rent boys go
When they no longer can serve men
Where they meet their bitter end

Who can know the troubles they face when
They finally lose the will to blow
Cast aside and thrown to the gutter for
The dogs to gnaw their bones

Face to face with Richard Littleknob
In my backstage private party
The rent boy training springs into action
I've got to see his private parts you see

Flinging my flaccid member at the men
They hit the floor before you'd count to ten
And I've got the target by the throat
Time to interrogate him on my boat

He speaks to me Listen boy, don't you see
There's only three things in this world that have meaning
Your federal pals, they can never respect
That it all boils down to money, power, and sex

He pulls out his knob, such a sad little blob
Then he points to the silver scar on its peak
Do you understand now? He's come for the crown
And nothing can stand in his way

There's a secret that nobody knows
It's the place where the rent boys go
When they no longer can serve men
Where they meet their bitter end

Look at the scars they wear on their fleshy tips
Glowing white the letters J and F
A crude inscription showing ownership, and they've got
No choice but to serve their master until death