Lights dim, and the arena goes quiet. The audience is surrounded by darkness.
Through the dark they glimpse a flash of pink. They don't have time to adjust their eyes when again, another flash.
Pixelating on the screen are these images, their blurriness, sharpening with every heartbeat.
The music rumbles into action as if its arrived on the back of a thunderstorm
Enter Mr Penisul
Song begins
Ride On My Penis(to the music of Rise Like A Phoenix by Conchita Wurst)- Mr Penisul
Waking in the brothel
Pulling knickers over arse
Pimp says I'm trouble
Well that time has passed
Peering in the mirror
No, its not tucked in
Stranger getting nearer
Got to get the vaseline
You want to give me anal, tonight
but inside my mind is screaming
Ride on my penis
its large and full of semen
Ride on my penis
give it the warmth its longing for
dont treat me like a *****
Just close the door
I want you to ride on my penis
But you're a top
Get on with your business
act as if its not there
You can't ignore
whats beneath my pubic hair
Cause you wanna give me anal, tonight
and i just lay there, faking it
but inside my mind is screaming
Ride on my penis
its large and full of semen
Ride on my penis
give it the warmth its longing for
dont treat me like a *****
Just close the door
I taped it to my thigh
you felt it and you cried
Ride on my penis
its large and full of semen
Ride on my penis
give it the warmth its longing for
dont treat me like a *****
Just close the door
I want you to ride on my penis
But you're a top