Stop Looking at Me

Why you always look at me?

Its really creepy, Mr B

In bed, at work, the times I pee

Those beady little eyes I see

You realize you can roam around?

It’s not like you are trapped in the pound

It’s weird when I don’t hear a sound

Then I look down, you’re on the ground

Sitting, staring silently

In my eyes, my soul it seems

It’s kind of starting to scare me

What evil thoughts are these you think?

You know I’m not something you eat

I’m not a juicy, tasty treat

So wait right there, I have to meet –

Hey! Stop nibbling on my feet!!


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