I kick in the skulls of dead dogs
Shot from a gun that I made
Their life stolen by my hand
Your life is worthless in my plan
This desire comes from a lust
Expressed by my hips when I thrust
I'll flay your skin on the sand
Cook it over fire while I tan
I eat your eyes for dessert
Pop them in my teeth 'til they squirt
I'm your worst nightmare ever seen
So you better run when you get a glimpse of me


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.