The shadow monster is following me
I hear it scream up there in that oak tree
it wants my guts for garters
and that is just for starters
It wants to skin me silly
I think it even wants my *****
to hang up high
in that massive oak tree
This is not cool, not cool at all
I better stop writing like a drunken fool
it will wait till my back is turned
then that's when it will rip me to bits
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 10:34 PM UTC
The shadow monster is following me
I hear it scream up there in that oak tree
it wants my guts for garters
and that is just for starters
It wants to skin me silly
I think it even wants my *****
to hang up high
in that massive oak tree
This is not cool, not cool at all
I better stop writing like a drunken fool
it will wait till my back is turned
then that's when it will rip me to bits
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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