Stalker, stalker come and see
when I shower, when I pee.
Check my undies for those traces
and in all the secret places
hang around and don't be shy
I have waiting a large pie,
it was dropped from five foot four
in the barn on concrete floor.

All the scum will filter out
when I squeeze the sauerkraut.

Stalker, stalker, come and hear
listen to your inner fear.
Do not hide behind the shrubs
come and eat your french-fried grubs.
You must never leave my side
act as if you were my bride.
Since we know you have no life
and your weapon is a knife,
we let God decide your fate
he will strip you of your hate.

All the scum will filter out
when I squeeze the sauerkraut.

Bravo, I now have your hand
it is cold, I understand.
It was dumb for you to seek
what is mine, so as we speak
I have started, can you tell?
To prepare a soul for Hell.
Intellect was what you lacked
I deceived you with the fact
when I called you Sauerkraut
just a whisper, not a shout.
Now you find that I'm not teasing
just commencing cruel squeezing.
All the scum comes from your snout
Die, you bastard Sauerkraut.

Herbert Nehrlich

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-stalking-sauerkraut/