tamelyn
lurker
He puttin’ on him checkered pants,
In shadows he be lurkin’.
He smilin’ like a altar boy,
Inside, though, he be smirkin’.
He pushin’ back him cow-licked hair,
He suckin’ in him belly.
He got hisself a little plan.
He think he Machiavelli.
He be a very wicked boy.
He do not care who knows it.
He got a wee surprise for you,
And he going to disclose it.
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