“There is always something interesting behind closed doors and covered windows, the curious mind wanting to have a look-see” Gun Roswell
Nightly windows and doors, locked
The doors and windows closed tightly shut
Then again, why the hell not?
It is night time and the darkness creeps people out
Wanting to shelter themselves and there ruts
But, sometimes there is this sensation of a must
The need to peek inside, even if just to have a smile
And perhaps something totally odd there to find
But even it was just something simple like life
Then that too could be as fine
As the Peeping One inside of every single one
Will want to know, how the other side goes
Is there something totally sad and bad there?
Or just some people snoring for the next day?
Perhaps a party or a more daring orgy?
Or maybe something totally outer worldly?
Whatever the thing is lurking behind the closed entrances
Rest assure, they will be seen by a lurker
Hanging around like a stalker with their snapper ready
The everyday persons paparazzi, a hunter nazi
Getting their kicks, but then again, no matter how sick
This might sound to most of us, you too, will want to know
As seen on the many televised shows