Edna's alter ego ORLOK advises you not to trifle with him in his 8th poem
Who would dare to mock the great Count Orlok,
Mighty vampire bat and ace sodomiser?
No one at all, I tell you, my old cock -
Against that I'd be a strong advisor.
But if anyone e'er dared to steal my poems
I'd surely rip their fucking throat apart;
They'd be opening a veritable can of worms -
And who cares if it were a guy or a tart?
So beware of stealing aught from this wicket bat
Who flutters above your house by night;
I'll surely find out just where you're at
And then may Satan pity you in your plight.
Anyone who steals my poems is condemned to Hell
And their death pains will be truly grotty;
Since, in spite of the really awful smell,
I'll stuff eight inches up their dying botty.