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Creepy Old Man
She got on the bus and I couldn't help but notice
And neither could she, that I noticed her figure
From her heels to her hair, didn't mean to stair
Like passing a bed of roses that just caught my eye
But she caught me looking at her beautiful smile
That turned into horror and a glare of disgust
Am I really that creepy, a dusty, dirty old man?
Do flowers in gardens wilt when my eyes pass their petals
Does spoiling their purity make me a petal-file
for grinding them down into bloody red dust?
Because creepy old men must never peek at your ass
Or up at your terrorized face
Cos I'm a fifty-something disgrace
to humanity
For having the gall to think you might be pretty
Behind your blue eyes
The same way you appear
In front of mine
So I'm creepy, the creepiest old man
That ever dared look at the surface of you
So wilt like the flowers I walked past today
That my hideous face spun around to smile and ruin your day
But before I let you off the hook, fish in my dish
Think of me tonight when you lay down to sleep
Think about my eyeballs rolling out of my head
Imagine them rolling across your delicate curves
Oh the humanity of me seeing every inch of you naked
Under your covers, where my eyeballs roll on patrol
I hope you feel them spin in your dark secret places
I wanna make you uncomfortable like unfriendly menstruation
Then creep into your dreams to make them frightful nightmares
Will a sneaky peep make you pee in your sleep ?
What a crime I committed just by looking your way
And smiling at a garden of flowers I imagined was you
But underneath you were a roaring dandy lion weed
Dandelions seem pretty when all yellow in bloom
But they'll rape your garden and strangle your lawn
So if I'm too old and butt-ugly, be glad when I'm gone
Just a couple short bus-stops before I get off
And then I'll get off again in my home, thinking of you
To fulfill your low expectations with a well earned "fuck you"
And neither could she, that I noticed her figure
From her heels to her hair, didn't mean to stair
Like passing a bed of roses that just caught my eye
But she caught me looking at her beautiful smile
That turned into horror and a glare of disgust
Am I really that creepy, a dusty, dirty old man?
Do flowers in gardens wilt when my eyes pass their petals
Does spoiling their purity make me a petal-file
for grinding them down into bloody red dust?
Because creepy old men must never peek at your ass
Or up at your terrorized face
Cos I'm a fifty-something disgrace
to humanity
For having the gall to think you might be pretty
Behind your blue eyes
The same way you appear
In front of mine
So I'm creepy, the creepiest old man
That ever dared look at the surface of you
So wilt like the flowers I walked past today
That my hideous face spun around to smile and ruin your day
But before I let you off the hook, fish in my dish
Think of me tonight when you lay down to sleep
Think about my eyeballs rolling out of my head
Imagine them rolling across your delicate curves
Oh the humanity of me seeing every inch of you naked
Under your covers, where my eyeballs roll on patrol
I hope you feel them spin in your dark secret places
I wanna make you uncomfortable like unfriendly menstruation
Then creep into your dreams to make them frightful nightmares
Will a sneaky peep make you pee in your sleep ?
What a crime I committed just by looking your way
And smiling at a garden of flowers I imagined was you
But underneath you were a roaring dandy lion weed
Dandelions seem pretty when all yellow in bloom
But they'll rape your garden and strangle your lawn
So if I'm too old and butt-ugly, be glad when I'm gone
Just a couple short bus-stops before I get off
And then I'll get off again in my home, thinking of you
To fulfill your low expectations with a well earned "fuck you"
Published 3rd Apr 2016
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3rd Apr 2016 9:30pm
'Just a couple short bus-stops before I get off
And then I'll get off again in my home, thinking of you
To fulfill your low expectations with a well earned "fuck you"'
and they say revenge is a dish best served cold. . .Something, JJ, you have captured brilliantly! The last three stanzas. . .[killer ink, my friend]. . .~Devlin.
And then I'll get off again in my home, thinking of you
To fulfill your low expectations with a well earned "fuck you"'
and they say revenge is a dish best served cold. . .Something, JJ, you have captured brilliantly! The last three stanzas. . .[killer ink, my friend]. . .~Devlin.
4th Apr 2016 4:36am
I never understood the definition of a creepy old man. Seems to me you were admiring a lovely face with an ugly spirit.
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"What a crime I committed just by looking your way
And smiling at a garden of flowers I imagined was you
But underneath you were a roaring dandy lion weed
^^^^^^^^^^^ This speaks the core of this ink.
Love the way you designed these lines and the entire poem.
Pen kiss~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"What a crime I committed just by looking your way
And smiling at a garden of flowers I imagined was you
But underneath you were a roaring dandy lion weed
^^^^^^^^^^^ This speaks the core of this ink.
Love the way you designed these lines and the entire poem.
Pen kiss~
4th Apr 2016 4:44am
Exactly Tara. Just looking at pretty things, be they flowers or people does not make one creepy. I often think this about sexual harassment. There is a line that a construct of the opinion of a person who feels offended when the alleged offender was doing a very human thing that done by someone young and pretty has completely the opposite result. And so it is for a gray haired old man, creepy, creep, creepy just because I'm not young and pretty.,,
JJ
JJ
4th Apr 2016 2:45am
Hi Poetryman. I feel you. Glances of admiration are no longer thought of as sincerely admiring...but dirty and cheap. You might want to look at the third sentence. :)
4th Apr 2016 4:58am
Thank you Grace! I see commercials on tv that tell you how a smile from a stranger can change their day in a positive way. In turn they pay it forward and the next thing you know dozens of people are having a very happy day. But in the real world it becomes a series of suspicious faces and disgusted expressions if you don't look pretty to them.
JJ
JJ
4th Apr 2016 3:36am
I confess - by your definition I am indeed a creepy old man - I have always admired the female form, including their smiles, their laughter, and yes from time to time their sex appeal. It is a sad state of affairs that even a man like me who's thoughts are innocent and who's capabilities to act on my attractions are null and void. I hate the term but i am 'harmless' - but still a creepy old man
I love this poem, so well written and so spot on in its conclusions, - like much and an easy add :-)
I love this poem, so well written and so spot on in its conclusions, - like much and an easy add :-)
4th Apr 2016 5:05am
Thank you David! Getting old is a double edged sword. The knowledge you gain informs you how undesirable you've become. How I long for the ignorance of youth...
JJ
JJ
I have to admit the title drew me in and i didn't know what to expect but you certainly brought a whole different perspective on a slice of life, observations..literally and figuratively.
We are living in a world that we are taught to question a simple 'hello', smile or a nod of acknowledgment thinking of the worse.
Doesn't it come down to what we are told by our parents and peers, media to be afraid, to question everything and anything? Also, i believe its a cultural behavior. In some cultures its acceptable and flattering and in others, its something to be cautious about.
But, you brought a good point here with this poem mr. Poetryman, something to think about for sure.
We are living in a world that we are taught to question a simple 'hello', smile or a nod of acknowledgment thinking of the worse.
Doesn't it come down to what we are told by our parents and peers, media to be afraid, to question everything and anything? Also, i believe its a cultural behavior. In some cultures its acceptable and flattering and in others, its something to be cautious about.
But, you brought a good point here with this poem mr. Poetryman, something to think about for sure.
4th Apr 2016 6:40pm
I don't know where you are from or what your parents taught you, but mine taught me to be unafraid and not to be like everyone else. Fear is a seed of prejudice, see my poem "3 Seeds" on that. It is no wonder I am having so much trouble changing the world...
JJ
JJ
