Postcard 29

You know it's always watching
Silently interrogating, finding fault
Yet insisting that it is not there
Demanding you pretend, look away
Don't Stare. It challenges you
If you try to hide, suggests
Perhaps you're guilty of a
Crime or maybe a deadly sin
Wanting privacy is a type of
Pride is it not? Or are you concealing
Lust? Gluttony? Why not
Just give in to sloth and
Let the eye look you over
Collect your flaws, consume
Each detail for its own
Enjoyment or employment at its
Own convenience. Who are you
To question or refuse its gaze?
Don't think about it and you'll be fine. Also
Remember to smile!