Facetime

All these people with iPhones,

Try to capture me off guard…

Calling me using Face-time,

But I remember the old school yard…

Steve Clawson was a bully,

Nancy Conner was a bitch…

Coach Arroyo was an ass hole,

With a homosexual itch.

All the creeps who stalk me,

Decades later in hot pursuit…

I offer now, myself to them,

A fat old man, hirsute.