Some illegitimate mother bastard's

Peeking 'round the corner

Wondering if my back is turned or not

I'm wondering if he knows I know he's proving he's a fuck

Emotionally like a cat with claws stretched

Slowly, calmly, I take a seat on the bench

Wondering how it'd feel with claws clenched

'Round some mother bastard's throat.

The fuck,

The pervert fuck,

Peeking in on private exploits

Firmly set in motion,

with no public intention of stopping

I am the doorman

The keeper of the secret

To thwart the plight of illegitimate mother bastards

My reason for seizing the idea;

Form a plan,

Bring the bastard down

Teach him not to be so aggressive

So careless

To poke his nose into private affairs

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