Despicable You

Trolling about the place

your radar must be broken

your mind wanders

far in the wrong direction

your twisted pleasures

scratches against my life

like nails on a chalkboard

turning my sunshine to rain

your words taste like milk

that has been left out alone

the government warned us

about the Internet

now bonding with humans

face to face

sends dancing endorphins

but are frozen shocked

by disillusioned speech

the brown eyed pot belly

sprawled across the chair

sends shudders down my spine

there’s just something not right

chuntering over there

the office clock ticks away

but I’m trapped in creepy moments

of seductive despicability

but it doesn’t work on me

my disdain pauses your conversing

the innocent shrivelled shrugging

shows a lifetime of rehearsing

to me you are a real life Gru

vile and wicked; twisted you.