Stalker Poem by Phil Soar

Best I see no more of you
It turns me on and makes me blue
You won't allow me close to you
Whatever am I going to do?
I watch you through a looking glass
I fantasize about your ass
I watch you as you wash your hair
And wish that I was near you there
I won't say I'm a stalker
Who views you from afar
But maybe if I get caught out
They'll put me behind a bar
Or bars, to be specific
I'd end up in a prison cell
Which wouldn't be terrific
This rhyme has lost it's potency
Just like my own libido
I think I better go lie down
And stay there in cognito