I’m not going to **** myself. The question: Do you have a plan? Starts the thinking process... the deer hunters will do it for me All I have to do is dress up like a beautiful ***** Bambi Run through the woods And hopefully you shoot me down good this time the void is more than calling Come outside to play Run where the crows call Go on the private property... If you dare, Molly.
The last deer standing An angel read my poem Let’s start something she said Run through the woods Live or die forever Beautifully shot dead I started this... I’m just like him A serial killer
The idea ran through my head I showed the poem to the internet And now there are four more dead Let’s end deer hunting season Ban the guns A black Yukon is Here When I go on a hang out If I don’t come back to this site. I’m dead I did all of this for you idiots! Find me.