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Dangers of Disease


I live in the middle of the woods

in total succession

I don't bother anyone

nor ask for too much attention

I am listed as an offender

a child predator as much

why come to my liar

and test my patience?

these two little kids

who know my obession

they know I will lose every time

with this rigid impendence

this disease is something

I fight with everyday

so to come around me without any precaution

is something you should beware

unless with much thought and caution

but when I am off my meds

and it gets bad

I can be known to go crazy

so although my house is a trap for the kids

a breaded sweet gooey mess

 lined with icing careful and at ease

the candy cane fence and the cinnamon steps...

I know I have a problem and

its not the best

but when those two kids came around

mmmm their plump bodies had me stressed

but it was not me

but the disease I have obtained

the child molester speaking

speaking with dear and utter pain

so although they ran

after all the messed up things I did

I just have to say

they should have known in the end.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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