She wasn't breathing,
I realized after I came.
Guess I pressed too hard.

When you're done with her,
Just throw her in the oven:
Concentration camp.

She walks on all fours,
eats from a bowl, wears a leash:
She's been a bad bitch.

I'll tell the warden,
But only after I'm done,
That you attacked me.

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