I was only 9 years old
I loved Deng Xiaoping so much, I had all the merchandise and books
I pray to Deng every night before bed, thanking him for bringing socialism to china
"Deng is love" I say; "Deng is life"
My dad hears me and calls me a capitalist bootlicker
I know he was just jealous of my devotion for Deng
I called him a revisionist and a counter-revolutionary
He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep
I'm crying now, and my face hurts I lay in bed and it's really cold
Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me
It's Deng Xiaoping I am so happy
He whispers into my ear "Socialism and market economy are not incompatible."
He grabs me with his powerful chinese billionaire hands and puts me down onto my hands and knees
I'm ready I spread my ass-cheeks for Deng
He penetrates my butt-hole
It hurts so much but I do it for Deng I can feel my butt tearing like the suicide nets tear on a successful catch
I push against his mighty anti-imperialist force I want to please Deng
He roars in a mighty roar as he fills my butt with his love
My dad walks in Deng looks him straight in the eyes and says "Poverty is not socialism. To be rich is glorious."
Deng leaves through my window
Deng is love. Deng is life.