In Baltimore the police have cameras all over, if it's not the cameras it's the nosy neighbors watching. Then there's big brother in the sky.
Eyes see you, you can't get away from their view. You might not see them, it could be a her or a him. Maybe an alien curious, or a hater furious. Could be the cops, checking all our stops, to make sure we're not growing illegal crops.
All depending, but it's never ending. The government has big brother in the sky, to watch the terrorist go by. In crime stopping honor, the police have cameras on every bad corner.
Look up and say cheese, leave me alone please. Maybe we can hide in the trees, while catching a cool breeze. Or just stay in the house, be glad we're not the mouse.
It's true! And I'd like to think they're all "peeping" for our safety, but it doesn't always work out that way. Very nice job with your poem, One!
Love,
CJ
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Man or mouse...this was good!!
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Eileen
Nice writ and fresh subject.
Thanks,
~D.
Love,
CJ