Hey you, down there. Are you listening? I’m talking to you.
You think you are so great because you are the biggest and baddest and boldest of the bunch.
You creep. You slither and slide sight unseen. Wrap your long tentacles around your unsuspecting victim. S-l-o-w-l-y… gently… At first.
Yo, Brute! You don’t have permission to kick me in the knee and stomp on my foot. To push me down. I am just an observer, sitting on the sidelines.
Then YOU come along.
How Irritating. You make it impossible to think of anything else. When I sit, YOU come to mind. Preparing dinner, and there YOU are again. Relax with a good book, and who appears? Roll over in bed. YOU, AGAIN! What is this, some long-standing joke?
Hey Life-Disrupter! Don’t you have anything better to do?
Yes, I’m talking to you. You there, You Vile Vise.