I better get the Oscar
For this performance...
I know how much you like
The dumb high schooler
if you only knew
this college co-ed almost has her Bachelors...
Ancient demon...
I know your kind
Too personally
I might add
Because once
I wasn't acting
and learned a lesson
That killed her..
But now I know.
Every word you mutter
Makes my vomit turn rotten
And it takes every once of strength
To keep it in it's place.
Every sentence you hiss
Places words
pervert and dirty old man
Upon my lips
But no farther than that.
Every motive and thought in your head
Makes me weak and gasp inside
You have no idea.
If given the chance
I would make you cry
And fear for your life-
Knock you flat on your ass
With my surprise-
Take this rage
That you could be this
And castrate you
Just like a cat
no anestetic, stuck in a boot
cutting your testicles off
will a knife, dull
And don't worry
I won't forget
to give your dick
it's just rewards
Stick it in a vice
and turn
Not once, not twice
But thrice
and thrice thrice more times
It'll probably feel
Just like what you're trying to put it in
girls a quarter of your age.
The worst part
Is you think
it's all right-
Some defect in your brain
the abnormality that turned you into
a predator of high schoolers
You're a sick bastard.
Reason for writing:
Again...long story
Birth sign: Gemini
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