Sean Winslow Poet I do not know?

Him Again

Hes there.
There when I walk her..
Home.

Hes there.
There when you answer your..
Phone.

Hes there.
There when we think we are..
Alone.

Hes..
Hes a Stalker..
Drone!
An eighth grade..
Clone!
Talks about you in a loving..
Tone!

Hes there.
There with hair from your..
Comb.

Hes there.
There laying in the grass..
Prone.

Hes there.
There when we think we are..
Alone.

Hes..
Hes a Stalker..
Drone!
An eighth grade..
Clone!
Talks about you in a loving..
Tone!

I should've..
Thrown.
Thrown a..
Stone.
Thrown until it was just..
Moan.
Thrown until it was just..
Groan.
Knocked him out like Sylvester..
Stallone.

But now.
Now your indefinitely..
Postponed.
Dethroned.
Gone.

And still he is..
Hes a Stalker..
Drone!
An eighth grade..
Clone!
Talks about you in a loving..
Tone!

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