Under surveillance

They are peeping in through the keyholes

Listening in through their bugs

I often say that I love you

But I can’t say it loud enough

They are tailing me down the highway

Chasing me through the mire

I try to keep us cooled down

But it’s tough when u play with fire

Words there are plenty to hurt me

Tongues there are razor sharp

I do try to hold you down to the ground

But quite often you are just a lark

I can feel their telescopes on me

I sense their keen deep interest

They probe, prod and prepare their noose

For us two together with nothing to lose.