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.
A little bit of this and that and then some.