MY BROTHER WATCHES OVER ME
I am flattered to matter so much that
you intend to keep your eyes on me.
Even when I am home you want to see
how all fares with my activities.
Such a preponderance of concern
is truly something I haven’t earned.
If being violated, observed, is
mandatory, I’d prefer to have a
Big Sister watching my female self
in every room of the house.
Will I be viewed in my car, the one
place I may freely sing off tune?
If so, I expect no criticisms,
hitting the mute will have to do.
I’d have to give up so very much,
like scratching where it itches,
picking my nose in a fierce dig,
wearing hobo or very little clothes,
and eating food that just hit the floor.
How do I know I won’t be taped,
my parts cropped for pervert art?
If the honey, I should get some money.
I have to say I am mighty boring.
Sister or brother should take care,
put a kotex on their forehead to
reduce soreness when snoring
heads slam down hard on their desk.
Who will watch the watcher of me?
Oh, I know, our shared Big Father will
see your sincere gaze aiding me.
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