Zack Sang, I wanna wear your skin
Zack Sang, oh won’t you let me in
Zack Sang, don’t ya tell me no
Zack Sang, you’re on my radio-o-o
Late night, I hear your grating voice
Damn right, what I listen to’s my choice
But Zack Sang, I wanna make a man-suit outta you-oo-oo
Hoo-hoo
So Zack Sang, let me wear your skin
Oh, Zack Sang, now the bleedin’ begins
Zack Sang, you’re my only one
Zack Sang, don’t it sound like fuh-uh-un
At night, driving around town
Ain’t right, the goofy way you sound
Oh, Zack Sang, I’m gonna wear the hell outta you-oo-oo
Hoo-hoo
Yeah Zack Sang, I’m gonna wear the hell outta you
Oo oo oo
Zack Sang
Gonna wear-air you
Zack Sang
Oo oo oo
Zack Sang
Oo oo oo
Yeah, Zack Sang
Zack Sang Zack Sang Zack Sang
Jason Preu 
Super awesome! I love this…It has a cannibalism feel to it because of the words I want to wear your skin and all. man, what inspired this poem?
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inspiration = me wanting to destroy zack sang (and his gang). 🙂
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I did a search on zach sang. He’s a radio talk host correct? Is he a mean person?
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oh, no, he is just terribly annoying to me as a radio personality.
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I was currently listening to him…and after 1 minute of hearing his voice. I clicked out. He sounds like one of those typical radio personalities. Naive and stupid.
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I am sure he’s a nice kid. I still want to flay him and wear his skin…
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hahahaha!!! Nice. hahaha!!! Ed Gein style. 🙂
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