Fits of rage. I even hit the gym today.
Seen the bitch with the pretty frame.
She's always on the treadmill. Dreary lane?
Iono. But she can get this muffin, mane.
real talk, i'd prolly pushup. And not talk.
Stalk her drives home from the sidewalk.
Peek in her window, inside her mailbox.
Take nudie photos for blackmail. Nah.
I'd keep those. Like stds from peepshows.
Like polaroids of a mean deepthroat.
But she'll always see me speak, "hello,"
Never knowing im a creep though.
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Ahem.
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