Gawker
Something tragic just happened up ahead,
somebody got hurt real bad ...
someone might even be dead
So you slow your car down,
just to take a peek
Peer out your window
for a quick look-see
Why is it that you're so fixated
on seeing someone else's misery?
Gawker,
you ain't nothing but
a passing by gore stalker
Always got an eagle eye
for any ambulances flying by
You love to feed on someone's suffering,
snap-chat pictures of their pain
You never seem to get enough,
you always stop ... time and time again
Gawking is your favorite pastime;
looking at the sobbing faces,
broken-hearted spirits huddled in dismay
This always makes your day
Giddy is your gawk,
the more carnage there is to look at
You circle in like a hawk ...
The more onlookers fret,
the more your curiosity gets whet
And closer to the accident scene you must get
Because you're a gawker,
that is what cam condor gawkers do
Should someone be taking their final dying breath,
a ghoulish gawker
will always want the last vulture view
Gawker,
you ain't nothing but
a mobile morgue stalker
Always got a roving eye
for any ambulances flying by
You love to feast on someone's suffering,
rub your owl eyes in their moist, blinding pain
You never seem to get enough,
you always stop ...
nighttime or daytime Again and again
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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