Nursery Rhyme

Crimson glory
It's getting gory
I eat your guts
They say I'm nuts

Sexual fiend
I'm real mean
I crave your pain
It drives my brain

Hear your cries
As you die
You're a mangled pulp
Your blood I gulp

Rape little girls
To get my thrills
Bludgeon little boys
I smash 'em like toys

Feel the power
Your brains I devour
The blood drives me
It sets me free

Sexual depression
Leads to aggression
Or so they say
I'll make them pay

Belch!

3/8/91

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