Through the lens
I view the world in its glory
There are no fakes here
It’s the real story
As it beckons me forward
And takes my hand
I gloriously enter
The optical land
Snapping away
Fast and slow
This inglorious ******* reveals
What the people need to know
I am the watcher
The stalker in the dark
Hiding behind dustbins
And the trees in the park
I’m hated and despised
It’s the nature of the beast
In a world so hypocritical
Through the headlines they feast
The truth is all I’m selling
And I know im no one’s fan
But you’ll never ever stop me working
I was born a paparazzi man