They move silently amongst us

Their cards held close to their chest

Never letting down their guard

These full-time sexual pests

 

They have no redeeming features

Nothing extraordinary, to be fair

No sign of a dirty mac

No slicked back greasy hair

 

They blend in to the background

Sit quietly in the park

Waiting for that moment

Early evening, just before dark

 

They select another victim

When everything’s just right

Standing there full of confidence

Exposing themselves and causing fright

 

It’s hard to see why they do this

Do they do it just for kicks?

We know how it leaves their victim

Vulnerable, alone and feeling sick

 

But this is just once facet

Of these men with many faces

They don’t just get a rush

From being in open spaces

 

There’s opportunistic moments

In a crowd or on the streets

Where they like to grope and feel

Then disappear on nimble feet

 

And there’s this dark place

They like to hang around

With other like minded folk

In an electronic playground

 

These men are only fifteen

When talking on a chatroom

Updating their profile picture

Looking for someone to groom

 

They carefully select a victim

And try to build up trust

By empathising and sympathising

With the issues being discussed

 

Sharing secrets and opening up

Now seems to be the norm

Making it easy for men like this

On this faceless, trustless platform

 

When they’ve reached this point

They step things up a gear

Gathering personal information

Based on insecurity and fear

 

They get them to take pictures

Of themselves in the nude

Or performing a sex act

On video, to be viewed

 

Once they’ve got this footage

They upload it for all to share

Comparing notes and techniques

About the prey they did snare

 

But one day it’ll all be over

There’ll be a knock upon the door

A quick arrest and seizures

They’ll be victimising no more.