Summer: Teeth
“Why are you
set on, making
me smile tonight?”
Because, I am
a bad, bad man.
I like teeth and
soft hands-
Smiles with
sweet glands.
“That sounds more
like a line, than
anything I have
ever heard.”
But it’s true:
After all this time
my claws want,
to ruin you.
Because, I am
a bad, bad man.
