Is he stalking --
In that brush
Tonight
Is it gooooood
For him
Is it better --
Than life
Than love
Than beauty
Is that darkness --
Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeet
Lonely and pleasing
Does it touch him --
In a kind way
A dry caress
A barren kiss
Does it fill him up --
As cool waters
Or rancid bile
Of stalking denials
Is it everything --
Glorious
He thought it'd be
Is it redeemable --
As those pity tokens
He tries to cash in
For being a stalker
A poor picked on --
Stalkadillo stalker
A deranged investigator
Invested in revenge
Does it rile him --
Excite him
Coax him forward
To higher heights
Of Village Idiocy
Would it be better --
If I hooked him up
A booming PA system
Blasting his words
Out to the masses
At his Mecca's mass.
By Lady Lost
Copyright © 2002
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