Late at night my mind wanders,
Questions and answers are all that I ponder.
Tales and stories do my head a tickle,
As I consider,
Is Dan a pickle?
Oh how this query rips me to shreds,
While I stumble in the dark forest of webs.
Every time I consider what Dan could possibly be,
There is only one thing that I could see,
A loli.
But then could a loli be something as great as a pickle?
I am trapped in the jungle of webs hearing nothing but Dan giggle.
Oh how he mocks me laughing at my defeat,
Lets see who is laughing after I put him to sleep.
Soon enough he will succumb,
As I pound into him until he is numb.
But then as I stand above him and drizzle,
I will still wonder if Dan is a pickle.
-Bone Juice