They’re invisible to the naked eye
& they don’t wear shades
nor dark silk suits,
zeroing in on every move you make,
leaving no footprints
& no ****** untouched
by you.
And you,
you think, you think
you’re so slick,
so sly, so sly
with you little schemes,
you ******* dreamer.
I’ve seen the other side,
I know their sophistication
& believe me,
you cannot hide,
‘tis folly to even try,
they can have your *** anytime
they want it.
So game on mouse,
play away,
go ahead, look for
that big hunk of cheese,
'cause it could be
your last day.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
They’re invisible to the naked eye
& they don’t wear shades
nor dark silk suits,
zeroing in on every move you make,
leaving no footprints
& no ****** untouched
by you.
And you,
you think, you think
you’re so slick,
so sly, so sly
with you little schemes,
you ******* dreamer.
I’ve seen the other side,
I know their sophistication
& believe me,
you cannot hide,
‘tis folly to even try,
they can have your *** anytime
they want it.
So game on mouse,
play away,
go ahead, look for
that big hunk of cheese,
'cause it could be
your last day.
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