Peephole

Through the peephole I see,
Starin' right back at me:
One round eye.
Could be the pizza guy,

If the peeper were blue;
But, stuck there like glue,
Brown and ugly mean,
Is the nastiest glower I've seen.

Where have I beheld that iris before?
Was it inside the finance store?
Or on the dude sold me my shitty car?
Maybe it's the pissed bastard from the bar?

He can knock until his eyes turn green;
He won't get a step past the screen.
I will just pad softly off to bed.
Screw 'im, hope he concludes I'm dead