I considered calling this the Piggy Wiggly Blues, under the delusion my consciousness (dreams, feelings of being watched) was being harassed by a few rogue neighbourhood watch officers. Then it occurred to me that (whoever this is, and it seems to be some sort of gang) was unlikely to be anything of the sort but some sort of 'golden child' swinging dick with goddess (goddesses) and several mates on what we call in Australia The Poofta Bash. A real general. I'm not American by the way. I got the same lousy feeling as a busker years ago. And also, I'm not a homosexual but that's how these things can get going if some bastard you don't know takes an irrational dislike to you (without knowing you at all). The homo isn't actually beaten up, just 'tracked' and talked about sarcastically a lot, almost as a daily ritual, It can get intense I would imagine. Hate can do that. You start.....

That's my problem, or fantasy perhaps. ( If challenged the bastards will plead 'a higher cause' and hope no-one notices the cowardice.)

But anyone who wants a song about a ghost, a stalker, a psychopath, etc, may like this.