His past-time is naughty, it makes women sore, for he is a shameless and rude perv-eyor. He pervs out while walking or riding a bus, it is a compulsion, to do it he must. It starts with a fleeting glance that tends to linger, he watches eternal but won't lift a finger. It happens at airports and sidewalk cafés, it riddles his dream-scape and eats up his days. He hides his erections, this much he knows well, if he were to show them he'd land in a cell. Now pray for the error and fault of his ways, now hope that his habits don't become a craze. To some he is mendicant, egg-head, or nonce, to us he's a perv-eyor par excellence.
© americanifesto / 場黑麥
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