What do you do to be involved in the community?
“Work Stations” Help 2 Handle Hat’s Paranoid “Concentrations”
Yellow bats
Metal B bent
I Am N trouble
& with more than
Just a couple doubles
Triple quadrants on rants
About immigration into nations
Found with unwanted concentrations
Thus let’s just put them N camps & then
Call those ghettos N meadows “work stations”
Paranoia [Agent Revision]
Paranoia [Agent Revision]
Green as the trees
& bushes it hides
Quick as a flash
Or the dark oval
Now whizzing past
Corner of your eye
While poisoning your
Drink with pink powder
Like angel dust & sending
You N a tizzy so everything
Becomes dizzy ‘til You forget
How 2 trust your mirror, so now
Wondering how your face ended up
Over there – clawing your own off
N terror – tearing the flesh from
Your face – gushing blood & Fear
Paris In The Present Tense (Voyeur∿N)
Reading Paris In The Present Tense
& sitting, on a white picket fence
Like a voyeur∿N another man’s Life
Then looking N2 my mirror’s strife
And can’t see much of a difference
Roller Blades
Sitting N a waiting room
Don’t really feel like writing
But decide I will anyways
Awkward feeling
Even though there’s no reason
To feel this awkward
No one else notices you
So why do you feel noticed?
I guess this is
Paranoia
I guess they call it
Paranoid
Because it feels like
All those eyes
Found N the Void
293 – The Clock Watcher
We’re all playing characters
Don’t lie
I can see who You really are –
For my character?
My character is the Clock Watcher
Watching Clocks on the wall
R cocking Watchers with watches
I have around my wrists
Keeping Time in my fists
Make-out Reef (Corundum Crystal Quarry)
Because this Time ’round
We managed to make Music
& not just a Love♡§ong’s
Sound ∿ like waves which
Vibrate molecules making
Up our air & reverberate
Through Corundum Crystal
Quarry found underground
On the outskirts of town
Where KID§ go to drink &
Make out, ’cause there B
Privacy and finally free
Of Parental∞Patrol & not
Worry about Neighborhood
Narcs nesting nearby Whö
Could C & always keeping
An eye out to peep on Me
Like Disturbia, perverts
Peering at persons still
Passing through, puberty
Pounding N the passenger
Seat, like a sweaty mass
Of meat, exchanging body
Heat & B∿cüming complete
Awkward Watcher
I Am that awkward kid
Pretending I’m hip
Sitting quietly
While You talk over me
Which is fine – I don’t mind
It makes it easier to hide behind
& become The Watcher that finds
Inconsequential talk as stock
To figure out & write about
Like a weirdo harvesting
Normal people, who are
Living the life that
I could only dream
At least that is
How it seems 2
An outkast
Like Me
Paranoid Mourning Star
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