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"Stalkelstilskin"
Everyone's chanting --
"Stalkelstilskin!"
"Stalkelstilskin!"
"Stalkelstilskin!"
As the stalker turns
The warped saga --
Continues in spades
Over the realities
Of half-baked --
Stalkadillo claims
And fully delusional --
Stalkadillo circuses
Enacted by stalker specific
Perhaps we should --
Alter that title
Stalkus Specificus
A new Latin term
For stalker specific
The drum-roll booms
Within the background
The spectators sit
Roasted candy sacks
Clutched in hands
Let the show begin
The exotic display
As the stalker turns
He slithers in --
Before the whip
It's Stalkus Specificus
Please don't pet --
The stalker!
Please don't throw --
Candy wrappers at him
Until the show is through
We'll announce him --
Over a PA system
Juiced up and resounding
Beyond the drum roll!
Everyone's perched forward
Necks craning rigidly--
At their seats edge
Eyes opened extensively
Here he comes --
Stalkus Specificus!
By Lady Lost
Copyright © 2002
All rights reserved
Library of Congress Copyright
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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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