The photo hunter couldn’t help it
But to stalk and attack everything
Wanting to see every little thing I did,
To see all of my expressions
That I usually hid from everyone else.
He wanted me for his collection.
Yet, whenever he seemed to be around,
His camera would get violent and furious,
Acting up, he got nervous at it
Shooting with it until practically dead.
Somehow, I had the nerve to say
Just take the lens cap off first dearest
I don’t want you to hurt it even more
Darn, Oh I just love that photo hunter
I do…shoot me.