Someday I will get you Doug
your rotting remains will lie under the rug
I was kind to you but you weren't to me
the death of you was meant to be
Doug, Doug where ever you are
I will stop this behavior
Trust me mister you will see
No one gets away with playing with me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You may live to eat your words.