After Me! (for Richard and Thorne)
I just don’t know which way to go
I just can’t think here on the brink
am I deranged or mad
if so I’m glad
don’t know what else could feel so bad
the paranoids are after me
they want me in their society
if I can’t refuse what would I lose
what’s so great about my sanity
but you can have fun out on the run
no you can’t stay here they’re much too near
can you call a friend
better think again
you never ever know where they have been
the paranoids are onto me
they’ll want you too if you follow me
so don’t act coy or get annoyed
and above all don’t get paranoid
have you got heart and think you’re smart
been in good cheer looking in the mirror
cause you can count
on their amount
uh oh what happened to your bank account
the interest is killing me
do I have to stay in this economy
and if I live under some bridge
can the paranoids still raid my fridge
oh it gets too expensive living on the defensive
and you can’t have quiet unless you buy it
you may just laugh
but I hope you see
that the paranoids are really truly after me
the paranoids are into me
they’ll chase me through infinity
they like my tone hey I’m in the zone
and when I die they’ll simply make a clone
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Larry Piltz / The Rag Blog
Indian Cove
Austin, Texas
June 5, 2009
[wrote this in 1981 on a foot pump organ in someone’s rural summer home alongside a fjord north of the Arctic Circle in Norway, tripping like crazy at the time (statute of limitations, dude!). revised it a bit lately. must say the 24-hour daylight was pretty trippy itself. it would start to set and then when it got to the horizon would veer upward again. — Larry Piltz]
A good read; enjoyed the poem – how true, how true…………..
They’re after me too Larry … they’re after anyone who doesn’t worship their gods, but as the bard says:
Lay on, Macduff,
And damn’d be him that first cries, ‘Hold, enough!’
Shakespeare of Stratford, Macbeth
Mike: and who might the gods of the paranoids be? Ah some might say, it’s likely thee.