Psalm 23

The Lord is my pimp; I'll have shit-tons of Johns.
He maketh me to lie down in cheap motels: he leadeth me at 2AM.
He restoreth my vag; he leadeth me to the crack dealers.
Yea, though I walk past the police station I will fear no arrest for thou art with me.
Thou anointest my needle-poked veins.
Surely sex-deprived lunatics shall follow me all my life
and I will dwell in the streets of the Lord for ever

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