Monday, 25 May 2009Sorry I made you wait, really very sorry
didn't know I was going to take so long
nothing was planned, set in stone
it was too sunny, and I, easily distracted.
The creeper followed me back
knows where I live, bombards my phone
comes on his own, never leaves me alone
Used you to scare him off
He came back the next day, armed with nunchucks
Talking of rods and wires and blades
Shurikens, videotape and bags
What must he be thinking?
Sorry I made you wait, messages via others
Feeling sicker by the moment
He's still here, planning his next fraudulent venture
If anything happens, show this to the BBC
let them know I knew he was after me.