The sneaky lurker

The sneaky lurker
he lurks
he irks you by lurking
He wants to stand there
in the bushes outside your home
hides in the dark
and secretly and creepily watches you
each day with his telescope

Lack of respect for my privacy
abuse of trust?
abuse of power?
getting drunk on power?
DOING it just coz you can
unruly callousness?

creepy lecher,
 waiting at the street corner
with his hoodie and
his large dark shades
misled into thinking
he will mingle into the crowd
and harrass me
and stalk me everywhere

Doing it coz ,
in his mind
I am but an mere object of entertainment
he is a hungry little parasite
who wants to take and take
and leave me feeling distressed each day
sadistic bastard
drunken on power
guided by selfish ill will
confused and twisted.

He lets that confusion spill out
in his distorted view of things
of what he can or cannot do to me

He wants and wants
and in return
he leaves me feeling used and plundered
and suffocated and distressed
I feel dirty and sad and angry

I am a human being
I am not here for your viewing pleasure
during the boring hours of your day
 you finding methods to amuse yourself

In the end
when it gets too much to bear
I flash open my door
dart towards the bushes
armed with a flashlight
to confront the lurker
hiding outside my house

In the end
When it feels too exhausting
to keep running away and hiding
I stop short of  my tracks
turn around
to confront the hooded stalker on the street
wishing to let him know
how distressing the lurking is to me

Both times
and every other time of impending confrontation
he runs away
not wanting to answer questions

lurkers don't like confrontation
they like creepy secret pleasures
They don't like being held accountable
They are cowards
sneaky little cowards

They are like kleptomaniacs
who derive  pleasure
by stealing things for free
from supermarkets
when no one else is looking

But see,
there are other ways of getting things for free
by asking for them
by asking for a gift

When a gift is asked of me
I  will give it to you
but don't try to PRY IT OUT OF ME
The gift of my time
The gift of love
if you desire them
JUST ASKin all sincerity
and I will give it in generosity

IF you think that
you don't deserve to rightfully ask of my time
then you must never desire for  it
never secretly want it each day
and lurk in my bushes
trying to get a sneak peek
There is a right way and
a wrong way of doing things

Don't mess up my mind
because you are in no position
 to do the right thing
the right way

For me
there is only one way to do a thing
The right straightforward way
I hate twisted greedy selfish game players
I hate sneaky greedy lurking stalkers