Made of stained porcelain

The once pure, unbroken white

Tainted and desecrated, night by night

Oh excuse me, Are you done?

Are you sated, had your fun?

Then put it on a shelf

Cover it in dust

Forget its existence

And memories of lust

Forget who it is

Forget what you’ve done

Continue on to a new toy

Another innocent naive boy

Abandon your hated past

Expect it to stay on its rusty pedestal

And of course when you’re burnt

By the fire of your sin

Its legs will be wide open

Warm and welcoming