I can’t stand the way you look at me 

So I sit my ass right down.

I meet your avaricious gaze

With a thought provoking frown.

I’ll hold my breath and a bears paw

While I twirl around my drink

Hoping, always, that just for once,

I didn’t have to think:

About the bar, about the scene,

My dress, my shoes, my hair.

All of it an alleged invitation,

For the predators to stare.

I cannot leave the building now,

For your eyes are staying up

My thoughts run faster than the drop

Falling down my half-empty cup.

What a life I could lead

If I could be freed

From the looks of passing men!

I’d prance through the firs

Make all the cats purr

And dance heedless in a moonlit glen!

But instead here we are

In a musty old bar

While I yearn for a mother bear’s den.

But this is my life, that I’d like to lead

Without your input, you skeeve.

I throw down a twenty and caution,

Then get up and walk out to leave.

Your leer meanders upward

But suddenly, it stops

For the feral, crazed look in my eye 

Makes you rethink some thoughts.

The threat you can see,

And the ones you cannot,

Is quite real.

And you really don’t want to get caught.

You had started to move,

But your courage is drowned.

Because you can’t stand the way I look at you

So you sit your ass right down.