The Stalker

Who are we in this sheltered weed

When a flower is so much better?

I fear you and your gang, Eleanor Rigby!

For that's the name I shall call you

For you have so many different accounts

Why must you hold the horse steady

When you don't have no speed?

Oh please, please, please! Leave me alone!

Are you prone to making lives miserable,

Or are you just someone who's bored?

Oh bore me with a feather you pathetic soul

Why don't you try going your own way?

For your own way is special, you dig?

And I am not a harmless soul, I am sweet

Sweet as the day you were born

And I hope you learn this lesson too

To never invade someone's space

Oh my privacy may be a bore

Yet a stalker just can't ignore

How fabulous I really am

In your candle scented mind

Oh Eleanor Rigby! Why must you stalk me?

Light the candle and turn off the lights

For there is nothing to see here

Except your obsession for the dear poet

When will the red light appear?

Oh Eleanor Rigby! Whoever you are!

You cannot bind me to a stick

And wave your magic wand

And cast your spell on me;

For what's in a stalker

That bares no name,

Let alone any shame?

I pity the fool that bares thy name!