Stalker, stalker come and see <br />when I shower, when I pee. <br />Check my undies for those traces <br />and in all the secret places <br />hang around and don't be shy <br />I have waiting a large pie, <br />it was dropped from five foot four <br />in the barn on concrete floor. <br /> <br />All the scum will filter out <br />when I squeeze the sauerkraut. <br /> <br />Stalker, stalker, come and hear <br />listen to your inner fear. <br />Do not hide behind the shrubs <br />come and eat your french-fried grubs. <br />You must never leave my side <br />act as if you were my bride. <br />Since we know you have no life <br />and your weapon is a knife, <br />we let God decide your fate <br />he will strip you of your hate. <br /> <br />All the scum will filter out <br />when I squeeze the sauerkraut. <br /> <br />Bravo, I now have your hand <br />it is cold, I understand. <br />It was dumb for you to seek <br />what is mine, so as we speak <br />I have started, can you tell? <br />To prepare a soul for Hell. <br />Intellect was what you lacked <br />I deceived you with the fact <br />when I called you Sauerkraut <br />just a whisper, not a shout. <br />Now you find that I'm not teasing <br />just commencing cruel squeezing. <br />All the scum comes from your snout <br />Die, you bastard Sauerkraut.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-stalking-sauerkraut/
