| Olive And Gray |
|---|
| He wasn’t dreaming |
| When he started screaming |
| «He touched my penis |
| And it went away» |
| Removing his pants, he |
| Held in his hand, the |
| Shriveled up gland, he |
| Said was a fake |
| «He silently traded |
| Mine for this hated |
| Lump that is shaded |
| Olive and gray» |
| Pointing his finger |
| Right at the stranger |
| He said that the danger |
| Will escalate |
| Unless we kill it |
| Torture and spill its |
| Blood without guilt, it |
| Won’t go away |
| The stranger was shocked when |
| Rocks began flocking |
| Around him knocking |
| His senses away |
| Like a mad hound he |
| Was pounded and pounded |
| 'Til he was dead |
