At 5560 the hyenas in muzzles made a hell of a noise
Chained to the post which smells of cum and metal
Under the white neon lights of the ball
Long legs parade calmly in the bright aisles
Behind her large red eyelashes
A stainless steel table, precise and cold gestures
The skin covered in botox
I cleaned the fang marks,
claw marks on the mirrored floors
Filed the teeth, put the slippers on the wild beasts
And chased away the bad ones dreams above Lilijune's head