Paranoia
I know they're against me.
I can see it in their eyes.
Hear it with the inflection of their voice.
I'm not being paranoid.
I'm not!
You have to pay attention, even to the little things.
They can betray the truth.
Those back biters with the sweet smile of poison.
Stay as far from them as you can.
Even so—sometimes the Universe decides to give you a pop quiz.
A little test of your patience and mettle.
You could be just minding your own business and—wham!
Up comes trouble thrusting you on to the tightrope of calamity.
Why you ask? Why not?
Your numbers come due Sunny Jim, bills to pay.
Sooner or later what goes around comes around.
Let's get back to yours truly—the original fall guy flunky fuck-up.
If a situation can be screwed up—I'm your man.
AND there are plenty of inept people perfectly willing to give me that fateful shove.
In point of fact I am waiting to hear if I'm going to be fined for trying to
correct a mistake I made when last voting.
I even went to the election officers and asked for their help with my spoiled ballot.
They had me fill out a form declaring I am only voting once.
Then they told me I could vote again and get it right.
Except these officials didn't know their own voting laws and set me up.
6 months later I get a registered letter from the government.
I am under investigation for double voting.
This is serious! I'm freaked out.
I had to attend a formal interview and tell my side of the story.
4 months have gone by and I still haven't heard the verdict.
Friends say don't worry about it. They won't put you in prison or fine you.
Like hell! You NEVER know what the government will do.
So you think I'm paranoid?
I think I have a reason to be.
And all the rational credible drivel you can spout doesn't amount to jack.
Sometimes the cards aren't running in your favor and there's not a damn thing
you can do about it.
Now you know.
Glad we had this little chat.
I'll save you the upper bunk in my cell.
