Post by Count Orlok on Feb 1, 2020 20:23:28 GMT
The sweat pours down my back
As I pound into my victim
Grunting like a hippo
(me, not her, as corpses tend not to grunt)
And her bloodless body
Gets another load of my filth
Via the less-travelled trapdoor;
And, to think, I still have
A good bucketful of blood
To drink for supper
When I get back home,
Unless it's coagulated by now,
In which case I shall be well p*ssed off.
Heh! Heh! Heh! Heh!
As I pound into my victim
Grunting like a hippo
(me, not her, as corpses tend not to grunt)
And her bloodless body
Gets another load of my filth
Via the less-travelled trapdoor;
And, to think, I still have
A good bucketful of blood
To drink for supper
When I get back home,
Unless it's coagulated by now,
In which case I shall be well p*ssed off.
Heh! Heh! Heh! Heh!