Im cherub folk take me a baby boy
Examine closer check out balding head
To paedophiles I bring immoral joy
Im shrunken small Im starved then little fed
Those painted jointed statues bots I dread
A confidence in clunkiness exude
Inside them wind up clocks to pistons wed
They stiffly stroll the streets they kind of brood
I like their lathered hands in massage lewd
They prep those hairy regions reckoned yuck
They shave the pits and private parts till nude
In manacles are my two ankles stuck
The plaster wings Im clipped to cherubs fate
I stroll in painted statues celebrate
Chorus fate destiny providence
