Creeps Poem by Douglas Scotney

creeps
bring you down
and raise you up and bring you down
with what they know about you.

They're corrupted. You cower.
They double-entendre:
they assert, 'We're doing for good!
We're harnessing your motions.
It's a form of renewable power! '

They're out taking pics
of license plates
and selling them to other creeps,
and say they're 'doing for good':
that double-entendre of creeps
that says, 'We're not just doing good,
understood? '