Ode to Creepy Old Men

Creepy old men everywhere I go,
Why must you stare at me so?
I was just walking by
You stopped to say Hi
I don’t look up, I keep on walking
You follow and keep on talking
Like you’re just another nice guy
But I see what’s behind your fly–
You nasty, disgusting old man
Not just another adoring fan
Why don’t you go fuck yourself
Before I cut it off myself

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