Non, je ne regrette rien

There was a boy livin in a man,

With a dick in his hand, he kept trying to make his grand,

But sadly he was on the wrong side of the street.


Right when routine ruled his life,

He figured he needed some spice,

He indulged in full decadence.


When his mind flew faster than his soul,

he knew he needed to stop before he was old,

And that's when he started to realise,

he needed badly to deputize.


But planning was easier than doing,

he fell many times and became more gloomy,

he would need to embrace the harshness,

he would soon see the brightness.


So he walked the mile,

and it made him smile.


And the boy was finally laid to rest.