You're not a person.
God can't hear your objections.
You are a number.

She screams for three days
As I rape her on the rack:
My sound-proofed bedroom.

"Are you the Joker?"
Kids ask me on Halloween.
Not wearing make-up.

I even love fat girls.
In case of Apocalypse,
You have a food source.

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