The Peeking Hole Poem by J.W. Frogg

I'm a peeker. Not to be confused with a Peeping Tom or some other kind of deviate.
I'm simply a peeker.
If you approach my abode, I peek. As you pass by, I peek. While you go about your lives, I peek. All your coming's and going's are witnessed by my peeking.
I have witnessed many things with my peeking; things only a peeker could appreciate. I've peeked as men's hats have blown away and women's skirts have blown up, I've peeked as the elderly fell down and as children climbed up. I've peeked men peeking at women's bosoms and women peeking at the men to make sure they are peeking.
I've witnessed scams and kindness, crimes and heroism; my peeking captures it all.
I do not appreciate you peeking in at me however, it is not your right to do so. My peeking hole is for my peeking only, you and your perversions are not welcome here.