Nine Syllables per Line of Evil

Don’t stand there dripping. Where have you been?
I’ve already fired up the machine.
Get out of those clothes. Come on, look keen.
I want you naked, scrubbed up and clean

Throw out your doubt. Don’t pout like a trout.
Don’t throw a wobbly. Please do not shout
I’ll tell you what this is all about:
People go in; sausages come out.

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