Stalkers
Stalkers stalkers everywhere
With little beady eyes
Go home put on some underwear
You haven’t got the size.
Normality is not your style
You’re from another culture
You sniff you lurk you sit and wait
You’re a predatory vulture.
You haven’t got the talent
You lack all style and grace
Achievers do, but nay not you
It’s all there in your face.
You cannot cut the mustard
You just don’t measure up
You’re an imitation Twinkie
You’re a little buttercup.
Stalkers stalkers everywhere
With little beady eyes
Go home put on some underwear
You haven’t got the size.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Chip Bergeron
Ron
Those who can't, stalk.
I couldn't agree with you more. Far too many stalkers around these very sad days.