wrapped around some hidden curve in the road, behind an old tree stump and under the moss is where you will find it

the pixie bordello

a place where wood nymphs sell their pleasures
and a faerie with a cheshire grin
will sell you a small brick of opium
for a hand job or some gin

most common folk would fear to enter
the dark depths of this hidden place
most mortals can not match or near
the debauchery of this faerie race

Pan lazes idly as he blows rings of reefer smoke
and is fellated by a dryad in a bark g-string
and silk pasties made from some princess gown
with a queens diamond for some bling

twist one up and enjoy the ride
life’s a hedonistic journey
for those who can keep their seats
while riding in this crazy tourney

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