He reads books; of the list book club

And after two months--his stance a familiar hunch

It's that same slouch - you had the last time he came around







His oppression abounds, his type is doing the rounds

He is a scum-egg; a horrid trendy wretch







C.R.E.E.P. CR E.E.P.







BLACK saucers at the back of your neck

Interruptions, from the side when you talk

in the presence, of this ugly gawk,

is offending, make sure you're not absorbed

(With hideous luck - he'll absorb all your talk)







CR E.E.P. C.R.E.E.P. (3 times)







FROM the bright sun, he came one fine morn