Stalkers For You And Me

Unanounced they sat there. Across the road staring at me. I knew not of their decended precence. I knew only of the tauma to come. And they sat there in the bushes, snorkling through the leaves. I went for the test; so nervous I thought I'd fail. I said I'm sorry cos the car somehow it did stall. Still gawking hard, They saw me leave. Like a running chicken, they kept up with the fleas. Bouncing high above so I could not see. I turned my head and checked the way, it was clear. i turned the car and zoomed away, I thought of the things I had to do. But trailing behind, my stalker, stuck like glue. She zipped and dipped, in and out. The crevices hide her twigness, like the canyon holds the tea. Blissfully unawares I completed the test. But to thyne tearful surprise, I guess I'll never pass. One day I'll be old and crippled and in the mail i'll recieve; Some plastic card, only to be remove because of my aging ways. No old people on the roads, Not for you, no way. But then I discovered the truth. She was watching then. i knew she was the curse. The curse of uneven paraleythigrams. Yes. It was she, the Shadow in the Corner. At The Centre She saw and stalked me. i refuse, I said, and no way to that. Slapping the book right back.

Don't Fret, The Scorn Is Not Going.