He wasn't dreaming,nWhen he started screamingn“He touched my penis,nAnd it went away”nnRemoving his pants, henHeld in his hand, thenShriveled up gland, henSaid was a fakenn“He silently tradednMine for this hatednLump that is shadednOlive and gray”nnPointing his fingernRight at the strangernHe said that the dangernWill escalatennUnless we kill itnTorture and spill itsnBlood without guilt, itnWon't go awaynnThe stranger was shocked whennRocks began flockingnAround him knockingnHis senses awaynnLike a mad hound henWas pounded and poundedn'Til he was dead