O Scary Swede

O Scary Swede

O scary Swede, why stare at me

while you vacuum that floor so shiny?

All tatted up, your eyes you could shut, just a little,

the bulging is frightening! 

I hate to complain, but me you won't gain,

I know psycho when I see it.

Pepper spray on hand, in case me you demand,

I will always be a free spirit.

With my concealed gun, I'll never have to run

from the likes of one like you.

I have gps on my phone, so leave me alone, 

don't make me break out my kung fu.

What's that you say, am I enjoying my day, 

the sun is shining out,

And if I could move, over so you 

can vacuum where I stand thereabouts?

O kind Swede, could you ever forgive me, 

for making such a fuss?

I will go on my way, on this here fine day, 

I must go catch the bus.

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Great work my friend your spirit shines in each word you wrote...simply amazing

[marlayesterday]

Why thank you! :)

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome my friend

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting poem. I wanted to know more. A lot of mystery in the poem. The ending left me with question and wonder. The imagination can take us to wild places. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote