……On patrol like Zimmerman, looking for three fifths his portions, don’t care about entrance into heaven he’ll just contortion, so get use to the extortion, we can only wish nature had an abortion; pale white demon child, that’s just evil showing some style, it could’ve came as a cow minus the plow, he came to be foul, a dirty towel at the dinner table, or preparing food at the stables, beat a innocent man with a cable, disrespect aunt Mabel, tell kids adult fables, whatever it takes, he’s here to make god’s world unstable. That uniform’s torn the moment he puts it on, a rose bush that’s all thorns. A demonic presence makes us all feel like pheasants, make you feel the color of his uniform, until a state of depression.