Here’s something that I’ve written which may get you wondering at the morbidity of the entire piece. A little ‘rap’ if you may, about stalkers who really need to get a life! Having come across many topics on the subject - talk shows, in books, magazines, etc. I have just come up with this one.
Here goes…
You are a fungus - plain rotten
Your choice of adjectives totally diabolic
Get a life pal and stop obsessing
Coz we don’t need to hear your expletives.
The random abandon that you thrive on
Is so far from our quietude
Guess it is time that you let the past be over
Or your fungi will spoil the solitude.
The present is a gift, embrace it
And let life take its course
Or before you know it, dude
You will have no recourse.
Here goes…
You are a fungus - plain rotten
Your choice of adjectives totally diabolic
Get a life pal and stop obsessing
Coz we don’t need to hear your expletives.
The random abandon that you thrive on
Is so far from our quietude
Guess it is time that you let the past be over
Or your fungi will spoil the solitude.
The present is a gift, embrace it
And let life take its course
Or before you know it, dude
You will have no recourse.
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