More Than A Message
As a little league baseball coach you always want best for the kids
Clean uniforms, fresh cleats, hats, bats, and baseball mitts
Make their spirits lift, so I try to show them support and appreciation
I want to deliver more than a message but vital life long information
I show dedication and give motivation to our future generation
Don’t buckle to temptation, never forget you’re childhood destination
I have expectations, if they’re not meant I am dementedly stern
Parents would become concerned...
...If they knew their child may not be there when they return
You see I make stomachs turn, I’m know as a menace to society
Money makes sexual predators listings disappear giving me less anxiety
Punishments have variety; bad games leave players fearful for practice
Practices leave no parents aloud, and I am as hard on them as a cactus
I show malpractice; deliver more than a message but a life long lesson
One by one take them to my van and get them familiar with caressing
Their bodies are obsessing, don’t judge me, it’s how my body works
Ripping off T-Shirts, suddenly I turn violent, start beating with a smirk
Fuck! I grab his hand, show him how to jerk, go till I orgasm
It’s like a fathom; I haven’t fucked for weeks so one by one I grab em’
Seven years old, bodies not developed, subliminal messages discrete
Next game you better compete or the cycle repeats...
...On to their feet, as I slowly excrete on their faces and hot concrete
Next game brings another defeat, next practice brings more humiliation
Unwilling kids left at practice, ready to be tormented by my fixation
Oral masturbation sufficient without hesitation leads to sensation
But if there’s procrastination,
Trepidation will be instilled as their assholes are torn in isolation
An eternal infatuation, meanwhile the others are running and wheezing
Their heavily breathing...
...Tell them if they start freezing, they’ll be next in line for this beating
Johnny is caught cheating; cutting corners won’t help in one life time
Call him over, force him to kneel down and prepare for my slime
Unknowingly committing crimes, this sensation overtakes my conscious
I grabbed Johnny’s head unknowingly, brake his neck for being obnoxious
Unaware, I continued to thrive for orgasm to bring back conscious, Fuck
Realizing what I’ve done, threw his body in the trunk...
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Next thing I know I’m laying on the ground in handcuffs, eyes battered
My life’s shattered, overwrought thoughts of Johnny’s death is all that mattered
His life tattered in blood splatter, my life’s been intercepted, now deaths expected
The judge tells me a needle will be injected for delivering more than a message
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