In the middle of moving
A neighbour walks past, and smiles
Upon noticing my telescope
Her smile disappears
The neighbours are outraged
Protesting, holding signs that read
Don't look at me you perv
I lower my head in shame
And agree to their demands
Even though my point of view
Was on a higher playing field
These vanity fair women
Make me feel small
I don't wish to look upon them
Except, from above or below
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