Scopophobia…

No don’t look at me,

No don’t look at what I write either,

As this is me, as well as I am me,

And I don’t like anyone staring at me…

I have the condition above; I am not making fun,

No, I am not, you may think of me from the past, making a pun,

Well, I don’t really have the condition, but it seemed like a word,

To write about as it generally sounded so absurd…

Another fun one to add to my repertoire of silly writes and insane poems,

Maybe I should have put away my wine, yes my jeroboam,

Long before writing this and it may have been better, oh well so much for this letter,

But remember this still; do not stare at this writer from your end of the internet,

As he can feel your eyes, burning right through the screen, no don’t to me lie…

I have powers, above and beyond; yes a bit paranoid I am,

But that is only part of my insanity, paranoia, schizophrenia, Scopophobia, arachnophobia,

More phobias than I know what to do with or could use in a lifetime,

But here they are all piled up inside this writer’s rather buxom frame,

Yes, fat I am, with all these problems, no I don’t eat too much, it’s these conditions,

They make me fat “looking”, a condition also known as “fat looking”…

                                    © ed – 4/8/04