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Evil Eyes

Thoes evil eyes follow me everywhere,
I feel no reprieve from thier stare.
Personally, I shouldn't care,
Whether or not thoes eyes are there,
But thoes eyes, I find them hard to bear.
They catch me unawear,
In the shower, my underwear.
Under WHERE?
Underwear.
I find it unfair.
Do they know that they're there?
Robing me of my savoirfare . . .
Air. Go.
Leave me alone.