Posted by cockeyed on August 22, 2005, at 22:14:47
Is this a poem? I'm not really sure
Maybe if I owned a gun that would prescribe a cure.
But as it is my rationality isn't exactly pure.
Paranoid Delusions.
Well, it runs in the family
so why in the hell should it skip me
My neighbors are this monment hatching a plot
I have no clue about what it is notBut I see them looking at me
why not?I'm handsome as handsome can be.
But Christ Jesus please explain to me
why the kitchen door was open
when I came back from swimming out to sea.Tried going out as far as I could go
But I ran out of guts
turned back to the shore.Came back home to an open door.
Christ if it's me, forgot to close the door.
Suspect everyone, that's the cure
That way you'll be safe from yourself that's for sureUntil you come home to an open kitchen door.
I guess that's what the drugs are forMaybe I Forgot to close it all the way
But, me,. I'm a slammer
and doors are to be slammed away
locked shut, tighter than tight
And that's okay
But I am paranoid. And on this day
I know who it was, sure as s**t
But I know it ain't real not one bit
I'm paranoid and i know it all
Too bad the info is like a wall
all full of rot and long time disease
But I know it all.When one's paranoid one gleans with ease
sort of an astral plane far above diseaseAnd I don't give a damn about repeating a rhyme
'cause my mind tells me
I'm right all the time.[remember the birds are watching you} cockeyed.
poster:cockeyed
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