Poem #139 Paranoid. Who Me?Now, you all know I've never been
the least bit paranoid,
but there are people out there
who get me quite annoyed.
I never really see them,
they're always out of sight.
but they're there, oh yes, they are.
I just know I'm right.
I can feel them staring.
I know they're right behind me.
I run away and try to hide,
but somehow they always find me.
They're always talking, always laughing.
I wish they'd go away.
but, if they don't....they'll find out
I'll pay them back someday.
One day they'll see I've doubled back
when their ids begin to itch.
it'll be my turn to talk and laugh!
Ain't payback such a *****?