I observe from the shadows,
Never letting myself be seen.
There I dwell until my opportunity,

Lusting over your bountiful body.

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I'll trap you in my van,
I'll put you in my whole,
I shall say this little poem.


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It rubs the lotion on it's skin

Or it gets the hose again.
It does this when it's told,
I want your skin with no mold!


I wear your skin and pretend to be a female.
I will get away with this and shall not fail.

You're just another victim in my eleven foot whole.
In my unfinished ba!@&(t I will steal your soul.


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Would you $#&@ me? Would you $#&@ me?
I'd $#&@ me. Oh, I'd so $#&@ me!


It puts the lotion in the basket. It puts the lotion in the basket.
I said It puts the lotion in the god damn basket!