ROLF’S COCK

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Another rev’lation: a proven abuser; proved truth from a youth; a redeemed accuser.

I pondered the damage I’d do to his cock; if he laid hand or eye on my feathersome flock.

So I thought about thinking; ’bout what I would do, and invented two testicles’ destiny too:

I’d first slice the shaft with a rusty old knife – keep him bleeding for hours as he begged for his life.

Then onto the wound goes a potion to burn; if you asked very nicely I’d give you a turn.

Maybe hot naga chilli, a helping of lemon; make sure there’s no ice- don’t want help with the swellin’.

Then, off they do come, down his throat they do go; I’d enjoy his red screams and his curling of toe.

As he eats his own balls make a note of my wrath; he was bad but I’m BADDER; an idiopath.

Obscure in my origin – passion unknown; why – my mother’s ire hurts as it cuts through each bone.

For I am the bringer of future dickmares – so each time you play near your short curly hairs…

….You should cast from your mind any thoughts about thinkin’ ’bout any or all of my beautiful children.

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