Stalking You

You may not know me,
but I know you.
I wrote this poem,
cuz I want you to know me, too.
You're not my boyfriend,
but I wish you were.
Cuz if we got together,
strange things might occur.
A lifetime of Heaven
or one night of Hell;
What may happen,
you never can tell.

This is what I know:

Your head is shaved
on both sides.
My head is shaved,
but this I hide.
I hide it from Michelle
and Laura, too,
cuz I worry
they'll run and tell you.
I also know
of your hang-out spots;
Perkins, Ponderosa
and the Brand Names parking lot.
You also go
to Pizza Hut, too.
In case you're wondering,
I know even more about you.
I know your name, your age
and your birthday, too.
And there are a couple of things
that I know you do.
I know you listen
to Faith No More.
I enjoy their music.
It's not a bore.
You like to set
cafeteria tables on fire.
I've been there to see you,
watch you and admire.
You have no idea
how strong this crush.
Everytime I look at you,
I completely blush.