My mother thinks the boy on our street tried to **** our dog.
She claims to have seen him do it too-“he was going to run it over!”
I try to explain to my mother that he is not that kind of evil.
He would never hurt a fly.

All he allows himself to hurt are girls-young girls-most have the same blood
****** and **** are words that make him cringe; he’s afraid somebody knows
Afraid that she told. Afraid his mom will find out what a monster he is.

I feel sorry for him, I really do. Having to hide his lust.
Having to suppress the fact he ***** all these girls.
It must ******* ****.
I can’t say i understand because I’m not made of dirt and sin.
I don’t know what it’s like to force *** onto so many beautiful young girls.
Put them in order; I won’t be the first.
I’ll be after his sister.
After his sisters friend.
Three more of his cousins and there my name will lie.
It’s a gut wrenching scenario ill never say more about,
Except that he’s more perverse than his daddy was.