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My hobby

I kill people for fun
What else is there to say
Everybody has hobbies
So why not this one?
If you ask me why I do it
There is no real reason

Many killers get caught
Go to prison
Behind, they leave trails
They all have something
For what they have fought
But I, I have nothing
No agenda, no feelings
That restrain or restrict me
Or expose or reveal me
No desire to be found
Or attain recognition

Lately, I have been worried
About my mental health
So I went to a therapy session
I have a job I don’t like
And I do not need wealth
So maybe one day
I’ll turn my hobby
Into profession

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My tail

Bad guys try to steal my tail
One that’s radiant and frail
Bad guys wearing
white gowns thinking
they know something
better than what
I do cutting
scissors sharp and
snap they cut like
that no tears they
murder

fuck you

I swear, if anyone dares to touch it
If anyone just dares to touch it
I’ll spend my life in jail
Just me and my tail

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