sonnet 16.10.13.

Excuse me now who do you think you are?
Why does stuff known by me of you sum nil?
Are you more some mysterious blanks to fill?
How could you be infatuated afar?
You pinched my pals and posed a peer on par
You pinched my punctuating if flirty trill
You pinched my knickknack set it on your sill
You pinched my second key then drove my car
I was swamped by effusive flattery
You weaseled out of me my many deeds
Your selfless questions felt sweet battery
Revealed to pure devotion were my needs
You hide in plain sight like a looking glass
I peep you through this petrified impasse
Chorus impasse deadlock standoff