Yeah... Uhh... There's a duck.... Somewhere... I can feel him looking... He's watching... Me!! I wake up. Curtains closed but I see webbed feet underneath. This fear. Nobody knows. Please leave me be. Let me eat in peace. Sunny side up? Nah... That could be his cousin on the plate. Now, he's pissed. Ruffled feathers. Orange beak spewing hate. I check the lake. I check the park. I check the bathtub drain. This bird. He knows my name. Am I insane? I check my brain. Yup... 'Cause somewhere... somehow... A duck is always watching you. Waiting... Staring through the blinds like, "Watcha gonna do?" It's true. I'm fuckin' crazy. I've gone completely bonkers. I laugh but I'm not amused. I can't stand those shifty honkers. Aaahhh!!! Dropping crumbs. Talking softly. Walking through this acid trip. Haunting. Nothing shocking. Into deep sleep, I dare not drift. I'm locking the door. He's knocking a rocking tune on it. Watching... Never stopping... Clocking in for another shift. A Mallard Mafia on the roof. Huddled up in a Vee. Not a single Quack for a clue. Shoo! They just stare back at me. I try to go left but the feathery fucks waddle to the right. I kill the lights. They keep me in sight with beady eyes that own the night. Every webbed shadow. A warning. Every puddle. A portal. The Bread Bandits are swarming. Every Pond Goblin. Immortal. Yup... 'Cause somewhere... somehow... A duck is always watching you. Waiting... Staring through blinds like, "Watcha gonna do?" It's true. I'm fuckin' crazy. I have gone completely bonkers. I laugh but I'm not amused. I can't stand those shifty honkers. Aaahhh!!! Dropping crumbs. Talking softly. Walking through this acid trip. Haunting. Nothing shocking. Into deep sleep, I dare not drift. I'm locking the door. He's knocking a rocking tune on it. Watching... Never stopping... Clocking in for another shift. Nowhere to hide. It's a Fowl Life. In the light or in the dark. No fear? That's a lie. Try to fly high with these Pimps of the Park. Dropping crumbs. Talking softly. Walking through this acid trip. Haunting. Nothing shocking. Into deep sleep, I dare not drift. I'm locking the door. He's knocking a rocking tune on it. Watching... Never stopping... Clocking in for another shift. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ ©️ 2026 Soulsick All rights reserved. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
