Worst Nightmare

And so I asked him, "Who the hell are you?"
To which he answered, "Your worst nightmare, mate."
He grabbed the breakfast sausage off my plate
And stuffed it in his mouth, started to chew,
Then threw a roll in my direction, too.
"That's it? That's all you've got? At any rate,
I'm not impressed," I sneered. "It's getting late,
And my worst nightmare isn't coming true."

He shrugged. "You want more effort? Here's the deal:
I'll do as much as anybody would,
Annoying you, by pulling down your hood
Over your face, say, or spreading corn meal
On your clean laundry. No one cares. You feel
Hurt, bub? Too bad for you. Does that feel good?"