i know you're in there

I peep
through the peep hole
after a knock at the door.
a woman
is standing there with a clipboard.
she's dressed
nicely.
her hair done.
almost a smile on her face.
she rings the bell
again.
then knocks with her hand,
pulls the knob,
letting it fall
gently down, again,
again.
I sigh.
I don't want to take a survey.
I don't want to vote
for anyone,
I don't need to know
what she wants.
plus i'm in my underwear
and can't open the door.
I know you're in their she says.
I can see you.