the jingoist say
I’m a radio psychotic
With dilutions I’m me
I’m a radio psychotic
Diagnosed hopeless you see
It keeps me up at night
Government fears
I try to think that I’m alright
But government fears
Lead to post traumatic tears
No use analyzing me
I'm crazy so flee
I’m a radio psychotic
Maybe the answers in a pill
I’ve taken so many narcotics
Why do I feel this ill still?
I put faith into the bloody papers
That rip me to shreds
I cried out for a fair aquittal
They shouted off with my head
I’m a radio psychotic
With dilutions I’m me
I’m a radio psychotic
Diagnosed hopeless you see
I got no use for the bloody papers
So I rip ‘em to shreds
I told ‘em I was alive and kicking
They printed I was already dead
I can’t talk to my peers
Thanks to R-F-I-D ears
And they are watching for weakness
So I pretend that I’m not here
I clothe my hide in lamb’s meekness
Avoiding government leers
That lead to post traumatic tears
Inside my head
I think I know too much
I’d speak as such
I’m too in touch
Inside my head
Harlan Lovestone
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/talk-radio-psychotic/
