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Zenith Attrix May 2014
You kidnapped me

I had no choice

I had to follow you

By the sound of your voice

You grabbed me

Put me in your car

You drove me to your house

Which was very far

You said that 

You would never give me back

And that my ransom note

Would come from a newspaper stack

I live in your house 

Under your bed

But all you give me 

Is a slice of some bread

I want more to eat

So give me a break

I'd love to stay with you

But can I have some cake
Not what you were expecting right?

— The End —