THE CREEPY MAN NEXT DOOR

I remember when he moved in, a most ridiculous laugh,

A long beak for a nose, eyes which seemed to glow.

Such a strange walk as he maneuvers from side to side,

A head without hair, bowing as he wanders everywhere.

When he opens his mouth, nothing of intelligence comes out,

He’s not what he appears to be, that which most will see,

Are we the only ones who know of the evil that is he?

You can smell the hatred that comes from his breath,

Violence lives within his eyes, a stare so sinister he wears.

Sneaky as a criminal mind may be, hidden is the psycho from society,

The creepy man next door, he lurks about in the dark of night.

                            Keith Garrett