Paranoid

Does your pencil tip offend you?

Does it smile a caustic mock

Do you eliminate the batteries

In your precisely ticking clock?

Left with just one shredded tea bag

Do you assume someone's

Poking fun at you?

Does the smile your flexed

Engulf you in suspicion

Is there something, echoing

You thought, they knew

Are your shopping bags pre-programmed?

To expel their load as you alight?

Is dusk creeping up on purpose?

So you have to sleep at night?

Are you mistrusful of all life-forms?

The stars, the moon, the sun?

Has paraniod delusion claimed your psyche?

Or are alien eccentrics, having fun?

How accurate is your judgement?

Could you be mistaken, and miss-aimed

Could you be imposing what you fear the most

Are the guiltless being blamed?

Do strangers track your known direction

Does every phrase apply to YOU!

Have I expunged your aka on purpose?

Perhaps, so you can't SUE?

Are there messages in the pavement cracks

Faces carved in every wall

Outsiders waiting, to peer inside your letterbox

Listening devices in your hall

Is you family, actually related?

Or actors paid to lubricate the game

Are you simply just suspicious?

Or clinically insane

lex ? 03