Caught me catching you

You walk past someone in the computer lab and their view screen is facing you but you can’t see their face. You look at their screen as you pass by and to your unexpectant surprise this person is looking at your facebook page. You stutter in your step and look down at the shoulders, neck and coiffure of the person so shamefully caught facebook stalking. Your surprise turning into curiosity and a bit of alarm as you notice that you do not know this person. Their shoulders draped in a winter jacket do not bring any acquaintances to mind. The style of their hair brings no friends or enemies alike to your memory. You can’t just stay standing behind them for fear of them catching you catching them, so you find a seat. But this seat offers no vantage point, no use to unmask your profile stalker. All you can see is their hand moving the mouse, click click click there goes your spring vacation album. Click click click now the stalker has full knowledge of your music tastes and your poignant motivational quotes. Click click click the unrelenting digger digs out your hometown city and can easily see your current where abouts. Click click click this person knows if you are looking for love, angry at it, satisfied by it, or desperate for it. Click click click this person will tell your children of all the photos of you doing things you wouldn’t want them to do. Click click click this person now knows more about you right now through your status post then your own mother. You sit there, you can’t do anything its unethical you can’t just run up to his screen and throw it off the table, you want to but you say I put that up there for people to see, it is not his fault its mine. But you want to fight back but how and can you now? You stand up and you go walking determinedly towards this unstoppable vile sneek, but possibly with the hint of a guilty 6th sense the person clicks the home page, evidence gone. You are no longer able to call this person on the gross and baseless activity you have witnessed on their behalf. You sit back down and think to yourself as the person logs off and walks away, am I safe now? Is the unidentifiable raping of my viral personality over? Can I go back to normal now? Was this the first time? Was this the last time....?

A POEM

Curse thy name thou art the spawn of pure evil.

A great and terrible contraption

Procurer of smut, anarchy and pure dribble

Thou art not benign

Leaving taste of cyanide

To be written in despicable lore

In Babylon thou would be a whore

From shores east to west

In guise a hideous portrayal

Thou art baseless relative incest

Burn thy records scratch thy mark

Between ocean beasts and thee

I will sleep with the shark

In lies thou elate

In truth thou defame

The sewer thy cradle

Thy taste, the same

In lack of all that is holy

Have thou a name?

Thou art the “iclicker”