
I can see you
Circling
Around while
Skulking
Pretending to be
Working
When in reality
You’re really
Shirking
Plainly hidden
in the shadows
Jerking
As if it was a
Pudding made for
Sporking
Feigning interest
In the
Berking
Of passing dogs
All the while slowly
Perking
Up and down
Creeping me out
As if you were a
Burker
Who has a
Morbid intent
Of dragging me to a
Kerker
Go away and
Mind your business
I don’t need you
Murker
Your disturbing
Behavior isn’t
Required here today
𐌋𐌵𐌓𐌊𐌄𐌓




Comments (18)
Written while tipsy maybe, but to the point, very disturbing habits these. Let em have it, i say.
Well-wrought! The lurkers think they are hidden, but they are deeply compromised in ways they themselves would never imagine.
Impressive Slam poem!!! Loved it!!!
The photo kind of scared me 😅! Anyways, this was incredibly done! Love it, Combs! 💓🌟
This is amazing 😁😁 I enjoyed it also much I read it twice 😁😁
Did I miss something? What's the backstory for this? Loved your poem!
This is incredible! I’m completely drowned by the rhythmic flow and the way it dances with words! Feels like It’s bursting with a sense of madness! ✨
This was a berking brilliant ride! Loved the rhythm and that sporking surprise. 10/10 would keep my distance!
How others react around us sometimes. Well, captured!
At last! Someone has finally seen me! Truly, this is how I feel others see me as an autistic--just that creepy old guy lurking around. You have captured perfectly here how I sense others feel in my presence.
Wow... the new words to me! I will get one at times but 5 is unusual. Thank you!❤️
This made me smile for some reason, I found some whimsy in it I suppose. Nicely done, MC!
Maybe you should visit a different park? 😬
Tell 'em, Sharon! Loved the strength and power of this poem.
It wisnae me, lassie!
ok, but what else am I supposed to do then?
Awesome! Kept me scrolling!
Ooooooooh damn, MC!! Now this is a slam poem indeed. These poems feel like circles of protective salt. 💗