Okay…now it’s an effing game with you.
You hover around bugging the shit out of me
When I finally start paying attention to you…you disappear.
When I least expect it…there you are again.
You have a weird attraction to me.
Even when I can’t see you I know you are nearby.
But I want nothing to do with you.
I wave you off.
But you strike a pose as if threatening me.
Oddly enough that gives me some relief.
Hoping it may help bring an end to your sick game.
But as soon I get close again, close enough to whack you.
You are up and off, once more.
Son of bitch.
I see the mischievousness in your gross and unblinking eyes.
Quit touching my hand and stay off my computer you creepy little thing.
I see you for what you are.
I can only imagine the parasitic diseases you must carry.
Go ahead keep distracting me...
keep irritating me...
because sooner or later
I will win this game you started.