Pseudo, I watch you walk around my life. You think you understand everything in
Sight! You radiate indignity upon your soul, you slur my name and my blissful goals.
Yakking your idiotic bravado the entire sunlight hours prolonged. I know I’m more
Cabalistic than you interminably desire. I watch you eyeing those small kids, lashing your
Habile Pedophilic thoughts. The effects you sick-o’s must imagine of responsibility!
Obdurate, rejection nature of saddened screams yearn for your sadistic ways. Your
Thinking, and watching. Which young soul will you pray on after that? A young
Rabble-rouser, or perhaps a withdrawn and petite schoolgirl? Will she have hair
Of fair-haired, burgundy, black, or brunette? Pig-tails, or long lengthy hair?
Paean you hum in your intellect. You get hold of your lengthy clean washed hands
Into your slacks pockets. You winder your nerve, make your move across the playground.
Cackle your expressions, aim your finger, and move in for the harass. Take out your gun,
Pull out your knife. Ajar it around the Child's neck, watch them scream in fear not
Short of death. Watch them cry, watch them bleed, they know they will die. Take them,
Yank them, drag them down. Let them cry as loud as they wish, you look like just the
Child's own father. Other’s will watch her scream, watch her kick, but they say she’s
Hostile adolescent who won’t obey their parents! You make a sterile getaway. Alone,
Inside your hideout you watch her sit in the floor. Her dress is dirty, ripped and torn.
Aside from feeling sexual pleasure, you watch her little legs bending behind her
Tabbies of a dress and socks. She is curled up there by the mirrored windows as you
Racy your hands around her small waist. She feels your you press your man hood
Indenting its tingling affect on her. Is she that young; you think, to be so sonly
Completely innocent. She looks up to you with tears draining from her face.
Proposing your hands you remove her shirt, button by button, then it slides right off.
Seeing her young body feels you with reaction. There she is innocent, yet ready to
Yap and moan for only you. Your face twitches as you untie her sting belt. And as
Competence gains to pile up your head. You spread her legs and there you lie on top
Her back. She screams roughly. There’s to much noise, no one will think of nothing.
Orgasm, let your seed fill her. Let her bare part of you inside. She’s young, and so
Sexually attractive. Your skin is outdated but hers is so smooth, so soft, so bright
Even in this dark. You can feel her growing into a woman with each thrust there is
Xenophobic to her virgin virtue. You nibble into her tiny décolletage and she pulls away
Under you. She feels you inside of her, pounding away her stomach, knowing she has
Avenged your soul. That unfortunate young woman, her eyes will never look to people
Like the way she did only a few hours before. You tie her hands to the wall, then her feet
Lovely as they are. You smack her behind, she screams. It gives you enjoyment, makes
You want to sing. You carve your name to her tummy, and whisper you are mine so to
Please with as I desire. Oh, Yummy! No one will bother us, my sweet. Just you and I
Sensational tweet! She feels so corrupt, knows it was immoral, but she craves more.
Yearning for the attention, the crave of him inside her. It was all wrong, but her
Courage was strong. She’s so young, she can’t think quite straight. There she
Hangs, by a bowl of food and water. Waiting each day for the fun when they play.
In the next few days, he will teach her more, sexual ways. There she waits, looking
Cool, with her sexy smirk and hair so full. He’ll let her lose, she’ll grab him by
Pinching his penis. As he screams she’ll catch the knife he threw on the floor.
She’ll stab it in his neck, like he’d done to her before. She’ll stomp on his fingers.
Yell as loud as she can, just to prove he’s not a man. She ties him up and there he’ll
Cringe. For he sees her rip open his pants. She pulls out the knife, embedded there in
His neck. With one great stab, it slices his penis, like a banana. She turns him completely
Over, and smacks his skin and then again. She grabs a tool, and yarns it in his stool. She
Patiently waits on his last breath, then smashes his head in with a lamp. She was once
A lonely victim, now she has become the dictum. Her pain, sorrow and tears fell all
Though that night. She had no choice, had no say. The love she felt had gone away.
Her father lays in his own blood, for he took her innocents and brought crud. She
Indulges it was her fault, for if she wasn’t born her mother wouldn’t have been scorn.
Crying, the young girl opens the door, a call is made, and I find her curled up in
Pendulum on the floor. I never will forget the look, of such hatred in a child. And
Sadly, I know, she will turn out schizophrenic and wild. She was six when she was raped
Yet, she was hurt and dapped. She’s in prison now, raping a minor. I knew it was her past,
Charging her for something she was thought, seems out-sought. They made billions upon
Her life, made moves, books, and crimes. I still wish someone else would have found that
Enthusiastic little girl. She has damned me, to this sad, sad evil old crocket raping world.
© 2011 S. D. Blankenship
