"Stevie the Blind Kid"
by Chris J. Nelson
...based on an almost-true story...
Stevie the blind kid was walkin' down the street,
tryin' to get home, quickly on his feet.
He wanted to get home, and touch his little meat,
which happened to be tiny, but still he loved to beat.
He loved that splendid feeling; it was so very great.
That unmatchable feeling of pleasure when he masturbate.
He didn't a have a rag on hand, so he did it on a plate,
his father didn't see it there, and so that's what he ate.
His father'd told him once if he spanked it he'd go blind,
a silly sounding myth Stevie didn't believe at the time.
And so he kept on beating it, with great speed and fury,
and then one day we he woke up, everything got blurry.
Little Stevie was devastated; it made him very sad.
But from depression grew much anger; Stevie was quite mad.
Why oh why hadn't Stevie listened to the advice of his dad?
And then he started to wack off, after all, it's all he had.
by Chris J. Nelson
...based on an almost-true story...
Stevie the blind kid was walkin' down the street,
tryin' to get home, quickly on his feet.
He wanted to get home, and touch his little meat,
which happened to be tiny, but still he loved to beat.
He loved that splendid feeling; it was so very great.
That unmatchable feeling of pleasure when he masturbate.
He didn't a have a rag on hand, so he did it on a plate,
his father didn't see it there, and so that's what he ate.
His father'd told him once if he spanked it he'd go blind,
a silly sounding myth Stevie didn't believe at the time.
And so he kept on beating it, with great speed and fury,
and then one day we he woke up, everything got blurry.
Little Stevie was devastated; it made him very sad.
But from depression grew much anger; Stevie was quite mad.
Why oh why hadn't Stevie listened to the advice of his dad?
And then he started to wack off, after all, it's all he had.
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