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Lame Poem #5

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There is someone following me

This fact I’m very sure

I think I’ve seen him on my heels

Or just around the next corner

I think I’ve even seen him mocking me when I wave, salute, or make appeal

I think I’ve even seen his lips move in mockery of my sexy spiel.

I’ve never actually figured out why he’s stalking me

Can’t make heads or tails out of why he can’t seem to let me be.

He follows me every day and on into the night

I’ve even tried to box with him to try and pick a fight

The very last time I swung at him to punch him in the face

He swung at the same time as me,  but I’m the one with the brace.

He likes to look up a woman’s dress and pinch her on the bum

He likes to make funny faces when he feels like having fun.

If you know of who I speak please give me a shout

The last cute bum He pinched, her boyfriend punched ME out!

Question : Who is my stalker?
Comment if you figured it out

About treyzguy

I am so full of self-confidence and crap that I would worship myself against my own will.... Under penalty of death.

5 comments on “Lame Poem #5

  1. “Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men – the shadow knows!”

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