I could call the cops:
Your yard is so overgrown.
Pay me off with sex.

Forget Hail Marys:
To receive absolution
You just have to suck.

Bound in tight leather,
Gagged with nipple and clit clamps.
Mom will have a fit.

Psycho policeman:
Know why I pulled you over?
You'll die in my shed.

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