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"Baby Stalker"
The full term brain --
Of a baby stalker
Fits in a thimble
Not a cute thimble
As tiny Tom thumb's --
Shiny silver thimble
But a rusty blood sodden --
Thimble thickly encrusted
With baby stalkers --
Future victim's woes
The full term brain --
Of a baby stalker
It never does grow
There's no development
Beyond the genetic --
Deficit programming
Of stalk and shock
Or stalk and damage
Or stalk and stalk and --
Stalk to be a wanna be
Super hero
Slimy stalker thing
In every sense --
Feeding off those
Self-perpetuating --
Delusional fixations
Grasping at his pants
In the titillating dance
Of stalking romances
To increasing rejections
Stalking till he drops
Or pops as the Tick Man --
He ultimately is!
By Lady Lost
Copyright © 2002
All rights reserved
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No rights to copy, print, download, duplicate, or display elsewhere other than this specific website granted or implied without the direct written permission of the author. Please contact agent of the author: Mr. Gunther S. Vanludwick at svanludwick@yahoo.com
**As with all poetry, essays, correspondence and/or published letters, e-mails or other communications presented on this webpage, this work is a personal subjective expression of its author's own feelings, thoughts, beliefs, and opinions. This statement is in no way intended to invalidate or minimize the powerful and poignant experiences of this author. However, this statement is intended to indicate that creative expressions such as these written forms of artwork are derived from their author's own personal feelings, thoughts, beliefs and opinions.
** This work was written directly about the individual perpetrator who has plagued Lady Lost for two years time.
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