The Stalker
THE STALKER
I had a feeling of being watched
It made me so uneasy
I looked around but saw no one
I really felt quite queasy
This went on for several weeks
And then one day he approached me
I had no place to make a retreat
No on there to help me
He made obscene remarks
As he held me in his grasp
My mind began to wonder
Just how long will all this last
And then the thought occurred to me
What sort of coward is this creep
To stoop so low as to attack someone
And I began to weep
This seemed to somewhat startle him
He loosened the grip he had
So I punched him in the nose
And blood gushed forth rather bad
When I decided to punch him again
The coward then turned and ran
I stood amazed at what I had done
To this creep who was less than a man
Now I carry pepper spray
I don't really need to carry a gun
'Cause if I'm ever accosted again
I can make the coward run
Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2017
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