Prying Eyes

Hey you with the brain.
What you got cooking?
Stop your fingers from thumbing,
It�s time you quit looking.
You�re a coward, a sneak,
I caught you red handed.
Those floorboards did squeak,
When your heavy feet landed.
You�re a guilty old bugger.
Don�t go denying,
In my journal I know,
It�s you who�s spying.
My writing is private.
Please try to resist,
Snooping is rude,
So cease and desist.
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