Devoted Poem by Isabelle Cote

Before you read; I know this obviously isn't poetry so I please ask that you don't give any bad comments... It was a dare from a friend that I couldn't pass up
I'm sorry...
and btw and MURSE is a MAN PURSE

I'm dreaming of you in the midnight hour
And I want to get you in my shower
since I hacked onto your laptop, I know what to do
Look into your window to take more pictures of you

In my fridge I've got a lot of whipped cream
It's all special for you, you know what I mean
When I'm around you i keep my eyes open wide
So I can look down your trousers, to find my prize

Why are you all looking at me?
Maybe, it's because I'm the one staring vividly
at everybody

In my drawer, you'll find my tinkers and my toys
The pictures I keep safely hidden
My straps and my cuffs
To get you REALLY bed-ridden

Why do you think I keep binoculars in my murse?
Or the ladder on the side of my house
And how do you think I've perfected
Sneaking into houses, quiet as a mouse?

These fingers are made for playing
These eyes are made to see
This body Is meant to please
Because I am a creepy-looking man and I HAVE NEEDS!

Why are you all looking at me?
Maybe, it's because I'm the one staring vividly
at everybody...

once again...SO SORRY!