I hear your creepy sounds at night
The ones that sound like, pigs at fight.
As the notes of those creepy sounds, rise
I get a feeling, that something’s not right.
With your hands, stuffed in your pocket
You walk & talk, like a drunk hobbit.
No sane mortal, would go near your closet
As your lifestyle, none would like to audit.
In creepiness, you are the undisputed leader
You are a messed up creature.
But, exhibiting human diversity, as a procedure
In your own respect, you’re a teacher.
We both may never, see eye to eye
At your house, I may never drop-by.
We both may never, shake hands
But your individuality, I respect & understand.
So I listen to your operatic voice
As your vocal chords, generate that creepy noise.
I wish living in peace, was a choice
Yet your creepy individuality, I somewhat rejoice.
Note:- This poem is dedicated to my creepy neighbor who never fails to amaze me with the extent of his creepiness lol , but through the medium of this poem I also want to highlight the fact that in a society different individuals exist & if we dislike certain individuals even then we must respect their individuality & give them space rather than treating them with hate or judgemental hostility.