Humidifier_Man Joined: Sep 22,
2003

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I sit
quitely, waiting in a bush Waiting for this hour, when she
is alone The last light goes out, then inside I rush She
can't call for help, I cut off her phone. With knife in
hand I walk down her hallway As I get close to her door, my
heart pounds I was stalking her, waiting for
today Opening her door I now make no sounds
I
quickly cast away her white bed sheet Holding her
strug'ling arms above her head Thrusting away I can feel
her moist heat I take out my knife and stab till she's
dead The judge said I'd get life, without parole Now
there's a black man raping my asshole
(is a sonnet
OK?)
(edit)-
I lay beside her Hilary Duff is
asleep Later I'm in jail
(for you haiku fans)
Humidifier_Man
fucked around with this message at Dec 03, 2003 around
17:37 |