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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