97.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
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