Peeping Tom


One, two
I buckle my shoes
three, four
I walk down the hall
five, six
I wonder what you see
Seven, eight
You count my demons that don't exist
And enlarge them before they get to me
Nine, ten
Concoct your concussions
But leave me be.

Stop counting

How much did you see?
How much did you say about me?
How much did you gain from it?
How much of the truth did you spin?
How many lies did you turn it into?
How many believed?
They judged me before they got to see
And formed me before they let me exist

Start counting

Eleven,
I fucked in my early teens
Twelve
I blew the lecturer for A's and B's
My pussy, as wide as a fist
'Cause you fisted me in your dreams?
Thirteen,
An abortion three times now
You saw me drive to the quack
You know this, I wonder how
Fourteen,
Pick up the sticks
And sound the gongs
Sing songs of my fall
Maybe I'll sing along
Fifteen,
Your ways, you need to lay them straight
The truths you twist won't change my fate
Sixteen,
Kill a big fat hen and rejoice with your Congregation of fools who herald your tales
And twists the truth like you
Seventeen,
I fell but did you see me fall
You fell along last I recall
Eighteen
She glides through the hall
Your tales made her rise through her pain
Your tales were her gain
Nighteen
Are you peeping again
What did you see
A queen?
Rising to her fame?
Oh she rose above your tales
Twenty
Knock knock
Whose the at the door
It's the reaper coming for the peeping Tom.

P.S - Life is short. Please drink water and mind your business.

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