Paranoia to the Masses

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You’re all a bunch

Of lab rats

Being tested, traced

Controlled

Each with another set

Of variables

They push and test

Until they get

Their reaction

I’m their lab

Rat too.

We’re all a swarm

Of roaches

Followed by a

School yard

Chum

Getting his jollies

With each crunch

The sound of murder

Under his loafer

Flip the Bird to Completion

I’ve been fucked over
So many times
Sometimes when I struggle to take a piss
Trying to bleed a stuck pig
I watch my cock
Where it should have been
Now a middle finger
Giving me the bird

WoMeN

I know those coded phrases
The morse syllables
Quivering in uncertain voice
I know when you close your eyes
And I slide in
Moist
Dripping
Moist
Love
I know you think of him