Hikikomori Hacker

Hikikomori Hacker
by me(whatever)
to: 東方ボーカル) Shibayan Records- ・ー・・　ーーー　・・・ー　・

You watch them from the screen;
People wearing dog tags, cat tags,
chasing each other around in a boring game
of cat and mouse. Chomping, bored,
on a can of potato chips, you
watch the world from security cameras,
with this horribly tedious
hobby you have.

Sighing, you open the cheap red notebook,
marking down the times, places, and actions
those easily visible drug dealers and
serial killers seem to think were a secret.
A room covered in grime and grocery bags,
dim in the light of a computer and desk lamp,
you decide to call and leave an anonymous tip
for those balloon-brained police. Then order pizza.

Sucking on a warheads sour gum ball, a dead cactus poses
on the windowsill above your dandruff head.
Come to think of it, wasn't that
a gift from your mother for your birthday?
Watching a little kid steal a bike from his neighbor,
you shiver in your black, cheez-it stained coat,
refusing to turn on the heat, because the switch is
all the way over there. And you can't afford it.

You check your empty inbox, stuff back the lens that
fell out of your glasses, and dance cautiously around security;
that lady detective and her boss are looking for you.
Stretching, you take a peek out of the blinds,
reminisce about your middle school crush, and
wonder when you last went outside. Of course,
it's not your fault; the world's full of idiots.
But then,
the door rings.