in an old house in p’town
that was covered in vines
lived an arty young human
adding his lines
behind the face
of a book he crept
my hero is gone
(and for this he is lost–
i wonder, has he wept?)
so he snuck in as someone
so near and so dear
and apparently so busy
that she didn’t even hear!
he slipped to the background
now posing as “shawn”
afraid he was missing
something important going on
so he posted her picture
as taken from behind
then replaced it with a mugshot
oh my! what a find!
but the question still burning
on the lips of those curious
is what was it initially
that made him so furious!
but today we will never
find the answers or truth
only ramblings and musings
of one truth-seeking sleuth
in an old house in p’town
there’s no vines after all
only ‘shawn’ and his troubles
behind every wall
is this what you’ve wanted
and needed so dear
far better than obscurity
attention’s cravings, its clear
but no matter the face
or how it is dressed
we’re comrades it seems
in the life of the
obsessed
