StalkerA Poem by Brenden MoranI see you back there, come right here Looking this way trying to overhear All that I say, seeing all I do I look at you and see right through
Don’t hide from me when I speak After all it’s me that you seek Step right here to the plate Stop pretending it’s a blind date
Stop eying me with those vulture eyes I’m not food or your Nobel Prize This is a human and a soul that you see Not a branch to add to your family tree
Stop this futile stalking of me I know it's an insanity plea I want peace from your disturbance Not the hassle of its re-occurrence
You think yourself attractive or cute Just consider me the forbidden fruit Take one bite of which is a sin And deem me past tense ‘cause I’ve gone and been
What is this, resistance Perhaps my rejection hotline assistance Was not to your specific taste Are my "subtle" hints gone to waste
Must I put a sign in my window for you to read Is that what will get me freed From the peering eyes of your countless glances You will never receive any chances
Think of toxic waste pouring down one’s throat I’d rather have that than the words you wrote If you think that is a most unkind rhyme You wouldn’t like the poem I wrote the first time
Consider this your last warning You better be gone before light of morning If I see the face of that horrid girl I may be liable to a violent hurl © 2012 Brenden MoranAuthor's Note
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