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.
Charlie Ann Alford 
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