still soft, snowflake.
In sewers of sin, where the foulest dregs drip,
The Dickninja prowls, cocky prick, lewd quip.
With a rancid hard-on, he defiles the grim night,
Spunking vile chaos, then fucks off from sight.
A sleazy old cur, with a sick, dripping leer,
He screws every shadow, leaving cum-smears to sneer.
No lock stops his thrust, no hole’s safe from his spite,
The Dickninja’s jizz stains the dark’s wretched plight.