It’s so tiresome to be stalked
by a psychopath who always defaults
to the evil eye that threatens to suck
me into the vortex of some unspecified
torture shack.                          
                          Begone, ignorant ogre!
I’m tired of looking the other way!
Tired of leaving the party early!
Tired of taking the long way home!  

Let’s have a stare-down.  

Something tells me that behind your hairy
eyeball is a frightened goose,
a broken heart.