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I'm the captain of whiskers
There is no substitute
Even my physical attire
Screams out....little youth
(Ickle yoot)

My aimed actions uncouth
Designed to cause a stir
It's not my fault
Ive never unclipped a bra

I play with my whiskers
Solo stroking Is the way
Spend hours reminiscing
How can I brighten my day

Oh yes I know
I shall think of topics that shock
Now that's a legacy
Gosh my earth rocks

Do I have a vendetta on society
Will this propel my notoriety
All I know is I've never had so much time spent on little old scrawny mighty me

I rock out my racing top
Bought it from the shop
Where they all stop and scream wow
Check out that twigs monobrow

I guess what I'm trying to say
Is don't step to my face
I've never been into animal cruelty
But I'll rip out your whiskers captain naughty

You may think its fun
But really proceed back to where you came forth
I don't want to have to reveal your name
And captain you some remorse

What a wang!

Daniel Hing
Online troll police
05.12.12