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VERMIN AT LARGE Lower than a snake’s belly Lowest form of scum of the earth Lower than a snake oil salesman This man preys on his victim as a lion seeking its next meal Because he is a (supposed) pillar of the community he could do no wrong He’d entice his young victim Stroke his hair Said he loved them “Let this be our little secret”, he would say “Here, sit on my lap and let’s exercise” he would intone in his soft and authoritative voice He is nothing but a child molester Hiding Hiding behind the guise of a turned around collar |
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