The Old Man Next Door
Oh how I hate the old man next door
He makes my skin crawl
Makes my stomach turn
Lurking in the shadows
Peeping in windows
How dare he tamper
With the only comfort I know
It's rather sick
The way they care for him
Keeping him alive
Causing me to perish
One day maybe things will change
And fortune will smile upon me
I'll wake up to find out he's died of old age
And he will no longer be able to haunt me
Copyright © Lisa Hicks | Year Posted 2008
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