Reflections of Insanity

I don’t believe there is such a thing as a mirror, Because this so called reflection is not really me. I think he is a stranger that moved into my house, For the man that I see is somewhat, ugly. I think he built this life size window To spy on everything that I do And I can tell you he is beginning pissing me off I can feel my anger’s starting to brew Once I moved to the side of the window And he disappeared out of sight What I could see a part of his room Gave me an terrible fright The bugger’s been to the same shop And bought the same things I have The bed, cupboards and lamp shades And on the table he even has the same Sat. Nav. I peeped into this window With the hope to catch him off guard But there he was looking at me Staring just as hard I stood in front of the loser and cussed the most colourful words The monkey aped every action even the moving of his lips Then it dawned on me that he wore the same clothes In the same pose with his hands on his hips So infuriated, I punched the window And ended his years of peeping tom jeer However, the bugger is now haunting me In every glass I happen to peer