presented by Paul Blart: Mall Cop, in theatres January 16
In the seventh hour of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
I work as a Santee Claus
at a well known department store called Ross.
I'm what you call a pedophile,
infatuated with child after young child.
I don't mind the long lines and the children's cries
their need of something gives me a warm fuzzy high.
the only way I can feed my addiction is children on my lap, giving me that erection.
I'm a jolly old man with a secret:
it's not the kid's piss that has me wet.
a sample of Steven's poetry