Creeps

'Ah, he's a creep. They're all creeps.' - Steve Fox

They are everywhere:
young creeps, aged creeps,
friendly creeps, creepy creeps
Facebook creeps, Twitter creeps.
There are creeps in your neighborhood
and creeps in your classes.
You are a creep, a goon.

Daddy always said,
“They’re all creeps.
Every last one of ‘em.”
Daddy wasn’t always right, but
he knew all about those creeps.
Daddy was a creep once, too,
and probably still is.

I was in love with a creep once,
and that creep was in love with me.
He was an acting, writing creep,
who called me his muse.
He was a nice creep,
but creeps don’t stick around,
so we’re not in love now.

My brothers are creeps,
but they’re the best kind:
they’re creeps with sisters to
teach them how to be less creepish.
But, they are creeps nonetheless,
because they are boys.
And all boys are creepy creeps.