You prance around like you know your way. Take the wrong step so you'll come my way.
Trip over that jutting part of the pavement and scrape your knee. I hope you bleed.
Those idiots underestimate me.
If I wanted to, I could tear your flesh away with my teeth.
But you're like cotton candy:
A second on my tongue and you'll diminish.
Is there something in your pants that I need to set free?
Oh please let it come close to me.
I'll show you and them what these tiny hands can do.
I will kill you.
(photo via AnOthermag.com)
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